Last night, instead of turning on the TV before bed, I just picked up a new book and began to read. This is something I haven’t done for some time and I so enjoyed the quiet house while I read and being transported into another world. It had been a while since I had sat down and read a book that I marveled why I didn’t do it more often. I had made a mental note to do it more often (easier when school is in session and TV viewing is intentionally limited) as I had a slew of books on my Kindle and Nook apps that needed reading.
But, as I was writing this post, happy to share my experience and write about reading and the joy of books, I stopped and thought to myself, Are you sensing a pattern here? It was then that I had a bit of an epiphany: I am a collector. I collect stuff for hobbies that I do not practice. Sewing is a perfect example of this. And, I realized that reading is the same.
I have always considered myself a reader, being quite a voracious reader in my youth, but the busyness of life along with other hobbies and pursuits, put reading on the back burner. I did it occasionally but not enough to warrant buying every book that caught my eye. Reading became something that I prepared for. I would hear about a book with great reviews and I would instantly go to Amazon and buy it only to have it sit on my shelf unread as I went about life. I would think to myself that someday, I would read that book.
As you might guess, I have quite the digital library stacked up with great things to read that I have collected over the years. They sit in my Kindle and Nook apps, waiting to be enjoyed. Like my sewing, the books have sat, collecting digital dust.
The more I write in this blog, the more I see the patterns develop in my life and realize that it isn’t just physical things that have been cluttering up my life but also digital things that I have collected.
What is funny about this is that I hate clutter! I am notorious for throwing things out around the house – extra papers, clothing I haven’t worn in a year, old toys, books. Everything that I deem unnecessary gets donated, recycled, or thrown out. What is even funnier, is that I live with a man who doesn’t mind clutter and doesn’t throw out anything.
I don’t declutter to make room for more things nor am I the tidiest person in the world. I do not need to have everything perfectly organized. But, I organize to unclutter my life, my mind. If I have this laundry list of ‘to-dos,’ I get overwhelmed and lose sight of what is important. And as I continue to remove these distractions, I unearth small collections of this, that, or the other thing that I had no idea I had been collecting.
So, now that I have uncovered two areas of collected things, I wonder what else I will discover.