![]() ![]() That passed very quickly, but before then, I filled our time together with reading. It didn’t, at first, feel natural to me to have a one-sided conversation with my daughter. We spent twenty-four hours a day together, and she was mostly just laying around, swaddled up in some container - a basket, a bassinet, her crib. In the early days of Zelda-life, I hadn’t realized that yet, and I felt frantic to read anything. Given an hour alone these days, it turns out, I’d much rather lay on my bed or stare at a wall, just being, than pick up a book. It’s how I recharge my batteries and refresh myself.Īnd then I had a baby. ![]() When work or life interferes to the point that I don’t get hours of reading squeezed in every week, I get antsy, and feel depressed and confused. Reading has always been an integral part of who I am, how I define myself, and how I structure my days. I don’t remember the time before I could read. ![]()
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