I used to love to read as a kid. I think that is true for lots of people, but then, kids books are brilliant (I will happily continue to read anything that Phillip Pullman puts out regardless of how far I am from his target audience age). At some point though, I discovered computers, movies, tv boxsets, music, and all those other things that vie for your attention. I was still reading a few books a year, but I got to a point where most my reading was online blogs, articles, and social media. Books had gone by the wayside.
Near the end of 2015, I made a decision to get back into reading. I set a simple goal of reading one book per month. This fulfilled the S.M.A.R.T. criteria for setting goals.
S.M.A.R.T. goals go further than setting vague new years resolutions, and can be defined as Specific, Measurable, Achievable, Relevant, and timely–I have seen alternative labels used but you get the gist.
Anyway, broken down my goal looked a little like this:
I wanted to become a reader again. A person that reads books. It didn’t initially matter to me which books I read at first, although this definitely changed later.
I joined Goodreads as a way to keep track of my progress by taking part in their reading challenge.
I figured a book per month would be relatively straight forward to aim for.
Part of my job involves understanding how people think. Books are medium of human expression that deserve our attention.
I set this goal in January of 2016. This gave me a year to complete 12 books.
Initially, I struggled with my concentration. I found it difficult to develop this damned reading thing into a habit. I got distracted by my phone often. Bleeping notifications and flashing lights open up a rabbit hole for you to fall into. I’ve grown to view notifications as the dopamine releasing, attention sucking, anti patterns they are (for the most part).
I just want to check this one thing…
…is the worst lie you can tell yourself. On top of which it is rude to the people around you to be only providing them with half your attention. You don’t need to check anything, everything has been checked. Just ask David O’Doherty. He has beefs.
Over time, I settled into reading, and built upon these goals. By tracking my efforts with Goodreads, I noticed a pattern emerge that I might not have spotted otherwise. I was reading the same kinds of books, by authors I know. This selective bias was unconscious. I decided to make an effort to get out of my comfortable reading areas. I wanted to broaden the kinds books I was reading to include more non fiction, and books written by women.
I built up a library of books by authors I didn’t know. I visited charity shops to pick up stuff that looked interesting, and spent time online looking at lists. This would usually mean I would pick up several books at a time. The constantly growing bookshelves served as a visual presence in my house, and served to motivate me to take time to read more.
As great as the internet is
There are an endless amount of books with more detailed information, and human feeling that probably deserve your time more. Books have the benefit of an editor, and need to be of a certain quality to even get published. The internet is open to everyone. Great as this is, it means much of what is written doesn’t often go into much depth. Poorly written meandering shit (like the unfettered dreck that you are reading now) goes through unchecked. It isn’t, and probably shouldn’t be, policed by anyone.