I used to be that girl who could finish 2 novels at a stretch.
Like… sit down, disappear into a book, and come out only when it’s done.
Now?
It takes me almost a week to finish one.
Not because I don’t want to read…
but because I can’t sit like that anymore.
Somewhere in between growing up and taking on responsibilities, reading stopped being something I could lose myself in for hours.
Now it’s more like ….Read a little. Pause. Go do something else. Come back later.
Because I still love reading just as much… but life doesn’t pause anymore to let me stay in that world.
There’s always something waiting. Work. Responsibilities. Random tasks.
Things that need to be done now. So you keep the book down… and go do life.
How do other readers manage this? Do you all still sit and read for hours?
Or did everyone slow down like this?
But there is one good thing in all of this. I’m finally done with my studies.
And I’m slowly getting back to something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time.
I’m able to spend a few hours on it every day now. And honestly, that feels really good.
It took a while to get here… but at least it’s happening. And maybe that’s how it is now.
Reading a little slower. Writing a little more. Figuring things out in between.
And hopefully, with time, finding more space for both.
“Maybe growing up isn’t about losing what you love… just learning how to make space for it again.”
-Jahnavi Chowdary
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