I read. A lot. Books, blogs, reports, research. Tweets (of course). You name it; I read it. Throughout my adult life I’ve believed that I read because I’m curious. I’ve told myself and others that I read because I am a proud life-long learner.
Of course I am both of those things. But if, like me, you spend more time reading than doing, you may detect the deeper problem here — can you spot it?
Truth is, there is a deeper story. I read because I’m scared. I read to avoid what I do best, which is write. In my moment of truth I had to ask, am I really learning or simply running?
Do you read as a way to postpone real action? It’s cool if you don’t want to raise your hand. I’ll be honest; writing this blog post is uncomfortable. It stirs feelings of shame that here I am — with a God-given talent — and I’m not fully using it. I’m hiding in the pages of someone else’s good writing.