A Commitment/Whichever Way the Wind Blows
I read a whole book in a month. To most people that may sound super uneventful and just like boring as hell, but I actually found this practice to be super relaxing, and by the end of the month I found myself celebrating the fact that I managed to make that commitment. From all of this I learned one thing I always thought was true to actually be true: real writers write, but better writers read. I'm not necessarily reading to write, it's just something to do at this point, something to learn to learn to love again. When I was younger, I actually used to enjoy reading. One time I read a whole novel in a day, but then school became more advanced, and reading became a chore, always being tasked with reading this or that until I got to the point where I stopped reading altogether. I remember lying on those reading pizza party things too lmfao. Because who was about to read all them damn books for pizza when we live in Chicago and its pizza on every corner. Like please find somebody