I had a very helpful conversation with my 2-year-old son this morning. He was watching a surprisingly interesting episode of Bob the Builder that I thought had some good learning material.
“Are you learning some good stuff, buddy?”
“No, Daddy, I love trucks!”
Besides being adorable, his response got my mental wheels turning. I am a bit obsessed with learning. I read during just about every free minute of every day. I am often consciously learning, but even in the case of fiction or something else light, I am trying to maximize the number of quality inputs to my brain.
I need to remember this during the inevitable time when a particular book just doesn’t sink its hooks into me. I must be willing to put it aside and move on to a different book. I must be willing to read a bunch of fiction, if non-fiction loses its allure. I must be willing to just watch some television, if reading feels like work (perish the thought).
This should be fun. If it isn’t, I’m doing it wrong.