We’ve all been there.
We all know that dreaded feeling: the feeling when no book is scratching that reading itch. And even worse, the effort to pick up a new book is too great. Instead you watch countless hours of TV or really dumb YouTube videos, you spend a lot of time looking through Instagram or Twitter, search endlessly for new shops on Etsy, and overall just avoid looking at all of your unread books.
The biggest problem with falling into a book slump though, is not the actual lack of reading. Instead, it’s more that they seem to be perpetual, almost like a snowball rolling down a snowy mountainside. I have found that the longer I go without reading, the harder it is to pull myself out of a slump.
There are countless articles and posts on the Internet offering tips and tricks and strategies to help you pull yourself out of a reading slump, but personally, I rely on just one thing: time.
Yes, I know this isn’t that helpful of a piece of advice, but hear me out.
I used to stress myself out so much thinking about how many books I own that remain unread. I used to think that I absolutely HAD to get to them because otherwise I was a bad and unprofessional bookworm. I used to feel overwhelmed by how slowly I would finish a book.
Until one day….
My boyfriend and I were grocery shopping and really we were just trying to focus on dinner. After wandering around the store aimlessly for half an hour, still undecided on what we were going to cook that night, we were so exhausted that we ended up grabbing a box of Oreos, a half-gallon of milk, and a loaf of bread to make a grilled cheese. Not the most adult like dinner, but we were content and happy.
How does this story relate to book slumps?
I’ll be honest: it really doesn’t.
It’s just a funny story to remind myself that I am a god damn adult and if I feel like reading, I will read. If I feel like watching Nicholas play video games, I will watch him play video games. If I want to spend hours of MY time on Etsy, or Instagram, or Twitter, then hey, guess what? I can do that.
It doesn’t make me any less of a reader just because I finish one or two books in a month, instead of seven or eight. I still love reading, and that will never change. When I feel the urge to pick up a book and dive back into the bookworm lifestyle, I will most certainly do just that. But in the mean time, I am just going to relax and stop putting so much dang pressure on myself!
And if that fails, just go to the bookstore/library/Amazon/wherever you buy books, and get yourself a new one. Sometimes, a shiny new book is all it takes.