I finally finished “Steve Jobs” by Walter Isaacson! It took me nearly eight months to finish it. I read a few other books during that eight months. I treated the Jobs book like a text book, completely immersing myself in every detail as I read. So I would pick it up for a while, and then put it down for a longer while. A part of me didn’t want Steve to die. A part of me wasn’t reading as much as I used to. My new job, political involvement, and everything else used my brain power. And then I was vegging out in front of the TV instead of reading.
Finishing the 570 page book was exhilarating. Now I want to read constantly. The bookworm is back. I nearly removed “bookworm” from my headline a month or so ago. “Am I really still a bookworm?” I asked myself. Yes, I was and still am. I was simply not being who I am. I let other things consume me more than books.
And you know what made me realize I need to let my inner voice – that one saying “Read more! You love to read!” – be my outer self? The book about Jobs did that. He let his passion fuel his work. Reading is not creating the next technological advancement, but it is doing what I enjoy.