For the third day trawlers have been floating around my neighbourhood fishing for clams. I love the spectacle of them doing this although the lack of fish around these parts makes me wonder if these guys have done permanent damage over the years.
|The scene from our front garden...|
I’m no expert but up on the north coast I’ve spent many a successful hour fishing for flat fish. So why with the sandy banks of the peninsula are there none around these parts? Answers on a postcard please lol…
You may or may not know that reading and books is a love of mine. Some unkind souls might humorously suggest more the purchasing of literature than the reading of it. True as that might be (much as I hate to admit it) I love the inspiration and eureka moments that books can provide. One of my biggest frustrations however is how slow I read. I literally read at the same speed I speak and so the tally of books read in a month or even a year was up to about a decade or so ago very low.
A number of years ago I set myself the target of reading 6 books in a year. Target reached I then pushed for 10 in the following year. This year I set the target at 12 and made an amazing start in the first 4-5 months of the year. Unfortunately but when the illness arrived my attention span left me and so things have slowly ground to a halt. We are now into November and I have three books left to read to hit my target. Now don’t get me wrong I was half way through 3-4 books before the cease in activities and so I am confident that with a little push I will cross the finishing line. As I consider that but I am left with a question… what difference has all this reading made to my life? Yes of course my knowledge has been expanded which is always a good thing but I read with a higher purpose than that in mind. I want my character to change and grow; I want my horizons to be broadened and my quality of life to be enriched. I want to embrace fresh wisdom and to learn new things that directly impact my life and those around me.
|Goodreads monitoring my progress...|
You see reading isn’t a thing that I naturally enjoy. It’s not something that I would rush to do. It’s always been a labour of love that has necessitated a good dose of self-discipline. So with that being the case I want something to show for it, I want my investment to pay. I need to perhaps not judge success by the quantity of books that I’ve read or even the type but by the inside change it brought.
I love challenging myself but these days as I grow older I want more bang for my buck… Talk soon!
*Dreaming of a trip to Cuba...
**The photo is a screenshot of a wee app I use to monitor my reading called “Goodreads”