I have a confessions to make. Over the last six months or so I've been reading only what I had to. Whether it was in support of manuscripts or proposals, every paper that crossed my desk recently did so out of obligation. It hasn't been fun, more like a forced march to ensure that we didn't get slammed by some reviewer for being woefully ignorant of their latest incredible work.
Due to some recent changes I have made at work, however, I find myself getting back into the literature again in a different way - because I'm interested. I've spent most of the morning jumping from paper to paper following certain story lines that I knew where out there but had not had the time to sit down and read. I miss this. I need this.
It gets very easy to sacrifice reading at the alter of the ~175052.6 other things that need to get done in a day and pare it back to just the necessities, but this way there be dragons. I'm actually spending the time today to think, to draw parallels between what my lab is doing and some of the recent work that has been spewing forth from related labs. I'm sure I'll miss some deadline or sacrifice some sleep for carving out this time for myself, but for a morning I'm having fun.