I’m terrible about reading books. I love reading, but for some reason, when I find myself with some free time, I just can’t convince myself to pick up a book. I’ll sit there on my couch and stare at it for awhile, longingly, but something holds me back. It’s like I’ve romanticized the idea of reading, but when it comes to executing on it, something is stopping me. I do this for awhile, then finally give up and watch TV or check Facebook.
My mom is the same way, and so after a few hours of psychoanalyzing ourselves last time I visited, we realized it’s because we don’t feel like we can give ourselves free time until we get every possible task on our plates done, and by then we just want to do something mindless like watching Friends.