Why I’m Tired of Reading
This feels wrong already.
I did one book a week for 110 weeks.
Then I hit a wall.
I felt like I just couldn’t read anymore.
My mind didn’t want to keep consuming.
I went to the bookstore today. My safe space. My haven and I was so angry walking around.
Every book I picked up, either I felt like I had read something similar or it felt like the author was just repeating themselves over and over again.
I can’t tell you how many books I’ve read that would have been better suited either being:
A) Half the length that it was
B) A blog post
The point I made in one of my first medium articles, Cycle of Self-Help Garbage, is starting to feel like it applies to books.
I know there are so many people who will disagree with this. Heck, I want to disagree with this.
Maybe I’m picking up the wrong things. Maybe I need a break from my usual business and non-fiction books.
Where are the books with new ideas? The ones that are angry. The ones that are absolutely radical, not regurgitated fluff with flowery language.
After reading everything in sight for 2 years, maybe I just need a break.
Maybe it’s my time to create.
At some point, you have to stop just taking in content and start making your own. Otherwise, you’ll just go mad.