These days all I do is read. I don’t have it in me to think too hard on things right now (trouble that way lies), and time is precious, so I just pick up my book. It’s a kind of rule I have, I suppose - rather than picking up my phone, I try to pick up my book. Especially when I’m on the bus, and the odd day I go outside to eat lunch, and in bed in the evenings, always. I’m so sick of mindlessly scrolling, my mind jumping between ideas. I am trying to take my time.
The rule worked well when I was away. With so much time to myself and thoughts I was happy meandering with, it felt good. Ten minutes in the morning, and maybe after dinner, and that was that. I love seeing friends and feeling inspired by colour and small moments and glimpses of peoples’ day, but I don’t need anything more.
So, rules. I like rules because they mean I don’t have to think. Sensible me made a firm decision as to how I want to spend my time, spend my days and spend my life, so that 7:20 AM me can just get on the bus and fish out her book and get on with it.
Last week I read two excellent novels (reviews pending), and the Rachel Cusk I started on Monday is morning is nearly done. Happy with that.