Well what a starter headline that is… am I right?
I’ve been in and out of blogging for what probably is about a year now.
I said I would do better and I never did, frankly life is CRAZY but I won’t bore you with the details of why I left again. What I will say is how my new job makes my brain somewhat broken, which is what left me to the discovery of how I was once a reading snob… which probably isn’t the right term for it really, but read on and you’ll hopefully understand what I mean.
I now work in the Marketing, Communications, PR industry (there’s too many elements to it) and having so many clients and campaigns honestly leaves my brain mashed. I find myself at the end of the day struggling to string sentences together, my words jumble and I always just want to switch off. Which is what I did and I am doing now, my routine generally goes like this… go to work, come home, eat, shower, bed, netflix, sleep… repeat. I try to spend time with friends more than I did when I was at university and I have been going out more. For those of you who have followed my anxiety story you will know that’s a big thing for me (let me know if you want an anxiety update).
Anyway rambling… see my brain is trying to fight for that coherent thought. I finally picked up a book for the first time in AGES the other day which by the way is the Wrath of the Dawn by Renee Ahdieh and IT IS SO GOOD. I lost my love of reading whilst studying for my Masters which is so sad because its something I have cherished for so long. Whilst I forced myself to sit down and start this book I realised that I used to be a reading snob.
I used to read so many books all the time and wonder why doesn’t everyone read? Please note here I of course do not mean the people who do not have access to books and any reading material. I mean the people who surrounded me, I would always think how they must be lazy because they never picked up a book and the excuse of “I don’t have time” was one I thought was a ridiculous lie because there is always at least a few spare minutes in everyone’s day. I don’t mean to sound harsh and I only just understand the feelings I had back then but now having my new job I understand why people don’t read, some days after finishing work the thought of reading anything is a nightmare to me.
I guess the discussion I want to have here is have you found yourself having feelings like this or as you have grown up and you find yourself living the dreaded adult life, have you realised that life really does get in the way? Let me know what you think in the comments.