Why I'm in Love With a Milk Crate
Ready to be shocked and amazed? Then you might want to click to another page. Frankly, this idea is laughable in its simplicity, but it took me years to figure it out so I'll take the risk in sharing it with you.
I uncomplicated my reading life by making a book crate. Revolutionary. The vessel doesn't really matter; the point is to have something small specifically dedicated to books on deck.
We all want to read more, right? So we put a reading goal on our 101 Things list, keep track of books we want to try in our Bullet Journal, but then our brains poop out from the overwhelm of staring at a giant bookshelf and we can't figure out why we're suddenly crying.
Yeah, it's a pretty dumb problem to not remember what book you're reading, which one you hope to read next, where exactly in your house you put them, or to cry over it. I cop to the eyerolliness of this entire premise. But it was my truth for a long time, and I had to fix it. So I made a book crate, and all is well. Everything I urgently want to read goes in the crate, and when it starts to dwindle, I fill it again.
Whatever you use - a crate, a tiny shelf, a space on a table with your pretty bookends - you'll be grateful to move the mental clutter to a physical space. Now when it's time to read, you know exactly where to go, you have a limited choice of what to grab, and your brain loves you again.
Editing our lives is rarely done in grand gestures. It's usually the simplest things that make the biggest difference. Try a book crate, and see what happens.