I’ve been living in my new home for over a month now and I finally feel like I’m starting to be settled in the new routines I’ve created for myself. Spending so much time at my new job means that reading has taken a bit of a back seat. No matter how many times I come home with the intention of curling up in a blanket with a book, there always seems to be something more important that ends up stealing my free time.
At my new work place, we’re allowed to listen to things via our headphones while we type away at our daily tasks. So I’ve taken to listening to more audiobooks than the single one every month. In fact, nearly all my reading now is done in audio form.
There’s many discussions constantly being had over whether audiobooks are considered “reading” and that’s a whole other blog post. But at the end of the day, you’re still experiencing the same story. Would you tell a child being read to at bed time that they’re not actually reading?
However, this change in my reading life has left me feeling cast adrift. I’m contemplating ending my “audiobook of the month” feature since most of my reading is now in this format. It doesn’t feel right to continue it and then every review surrounding that segment be me talking about audiobooks and what I thought of the subsequent narrators. I’ve also been tackling a lot with the guilt of not sitting down and reading for hours on end the way that I used to do. But the truth is that my life has changed in a big way and I’m having to adjust to accommodate that. And I have no reason to be guilty. The only person my reading affects directly is me. It should matter whether I am reading and if I’m enjoying it, not necessarily the legal format I’m doing it in.
It’s going to be a long journey to accepting this new chapter (pardon the pun), but it’s one I think I’m ready to start accepting.
How do you read?
Have you ever experienced reading guilt?