Two months of fiction

A couple months ago, I rambled about being burned out on learning. I decided to stop reading work related books or newsletters or articles for a month.

That month came and went, and I loved it so much that I took another month. So now I’m two months in. I’ve read seven or eight novels and nothing work related at all. Correlation does not imply causation and all that, but my stress level is down.

“If you’re overthinking, write. If you’re underthinking, read.” And I was overthinking in a big way, so more thinking was the last thing I needed.

I think I’ll give it another month and see how that feels.