I carve out little moments to read from everywhere in my day. A few minutes in line here, a few minutes while I should be scrubbing the toilet there. Whenever.
Instead of reading at bedtime (because I usually write myself to sleep), my favorite time to read is the peaceful time I get waiting to pick my daughter up from school. I get there as early as I can and sit in my car reading in the blissful silence.
I pull into the parking lot around
And have about 45 minutes to read.
I find I’m a pretty monogamous reader. Unlike my little sister who, a voracious reader, jumps between four or five books at a time depending on what suits her taste at the moment. I like to give my full attention, my full focus, to one book at a time. I think it’s because I really can’t multitask very well.
Not only can’t I multi-task, but I don’t enjoy multiple stimuli while I’m trying to focus in on something. I usually don’t listen to music when I’m writing or driving in the car. I prefer silence. I just get too easily distracted, I’m always too curious about what’s going on all around me. I need almost sensory deprivation in order to really get into my work. Or to read. Which is why reading in the car, in the middle of a quiet parking lot, is so perfect for me.
It’s almost time to get the kid. I still have a couple more minutes to read, but I’ve got to keep an eye on the time now. It’s easy to get lost in the reading and lose track of the time from here on out.
I really need to put this book down and go over to the door. There are plenty of parents to talk to in order to pass the time until the bell rings. Just a little bit more.
Just a few words more!
But then time is up and I turn off the car and I’m out the door and the bell is ringing and I jog to the door saying a quick ‘hi’ to the parents and there’s the teacher opening up the door just now and here comes my daughter.
Just made it.
“How was your day?”