Is there a catch to all this horizontal activity? Do I have to do other stuff less?
Yes, probably. If someone plonked me on a comfy cushion in front of Grace and Frankie on Netflix, I could probably stay there for a week or two. Same with Twitter. I have to constantly motivate myself to keep picking up the next book. But it feels worth it, and much more satisfying and enriching than watching endless repeats.
Reading is also a fantastic reason to get into bed early, which I love doing. It feels delicious to draw out that bookmark — is there anything more satisfying than a bookmark? Mine has a picture of cats on it — and zone into whatever world I have chosen for those seven days.
Life may be short but reading material is infinite. I want to chip away at this world, one book at a time, from my own bookshelf. It helps me feel, especially right now, like I’m not losing out on the outside world.