Confessions of an Uber Nerd
I read a lot. A lot a lot. We’re talking total nerd fest up in here.
One summer, my brother in law could not get over the fact that I spent entire day on the beach reading a book. Five hours. Reading. Same book. In the sun. And all I could think to say in response was, “I’m in heaven.”
At any given time, you could find a stack of books on my bedside table that include a few professional reads, something Jodi Picoult-esque, an embarrassing amount of chic lit, a humor novel, a memoir, the latest People magazine, back issues of Cooking Light and the newest edition of The Reading Teacher. (Okay, you can also find four or five half empty or totally empty water glasses. It’s a phenomenon. They follow me and then can’t seem to find their way to the dishwasher. Whatevs. At least I’m hydrated, right?)
Notice I said “could.” As in past tense.
Then I got an iPad. I heart my iPad. HEART. Now instead of a pile of books on my nightstand, you’ll find a variety of books downloaded on my iPad. (Sorry, Barnsey…I still hit your children’s section pretty hard so I don’t feel that bad.) I read my magazines on my iPad. I read my fave blogs on my iPad. iPad, iPad, iPad.
I felt all stream-liney and tech saavy.
And you know what? Last week, I realized that I actually read LESS.
Because now I can click over to my email and answer just one more, switch to Evernote and work just a little bit more, spend another second tweaking the page I put in Dropbox, and then shame spiral my way onto Facey Face before my little eyes start to droop and ultimately my iPad smacks me in the face as I fall asleep. (Seriously.)
So, methinks I’m off to the bookstore tomorrow to remedy my little situation. Once a nerd, always a nerd.