Before I gave birth to Kayla I use to read the Times on a regular basis. I got started with this ritual of reading the paper daily from my first day of class at NYU. I knew getting excepted and attending this University was going to be a challenge, but I had no idea to what extent. On my first day the teacher held a discussion on events that was happening in the world, and to my embarrassment I had no idea what anyone was talking about. They weren't talking about the events that you would see on your local news station that everyone was talking about, instead they were conversing about current events that were written about in the New York Times. After that day I took it upon myself to start reading the Times, so I could be a part of the class discussions and not be clueless to it. Once I decided to make the Times a part of my life I realized the importance of it; for the knowledge and also to be able to hold an intellectual conversation.
Unfortunately, due to lack of time and financial expenses my ritual of reading the Times when I got home from work started to fade to a point that it became a non existent routine. Lately, I've been fantasizing about reading the Times again, but stopped myself from doing so because of my excuses of not having enough time to read it and not being able to afford it.
Today, for some reason or another, I pushed my lame excuses aside and went to wawa grabbed the Times and headed to Starbucks. There in caffeine haven, I ordered a grande coffee, which I loaded with milk and sugar, and spent two hours reading the Times from front to back, excluding the sport section which has no interest to me. Not only did it feel good to give myself some me quiet time, but it got my brain focused on current news instead of my everyday issues.
To be realistic I know that I can't read the Times everyday, but I will make it part of my life again by reading it every time I get the chance, and if need be making the time for the Times.
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