My interest in reading books is waning again. Don’t worry, I’m not depressed or anything; this is something that happens to me occasionally. I’ll get super excited about reading and read a whole bunch, so I check out a whole bunch of books and suddenly I don’t feel like reading any of it. It’s just something that happens to me occasionally. I wish I could be a super reader like I used to be, but I’m just not that person anymore. Or maybe I’m still that person and I just don’t care to pursue that side anymore. I don’t know why?
Life happens I suppose. There’s so many things to do and not enough time to do it in. Or maybe I just need to force myself to sit down and actually read and stop making excuses. I make the same excuses for reading that people do for writing and it’s sad. I shouldn’t be making excuses for not reading. But the clothes and dishes need washed, the dog needs walked and the bed needs made.
I also don’t use the Oxford comma, as you probably noticed in the last sentence. Don’t be mad, I intentionally avoided using it for so long after college that it just became second nature to me. I have to consciously think about it now if I’m ever in the situation where I need to use it. No Oxford comma, don’t care.
How is your Wednesday?