I can’t believe how quickly this year has flown by.
I can’t believe how many books I haven’t read this year.
I wanted to read 52 (at minimum!) but only managed to read 30.
It’s a been a source of anxiety and stress for me — I run a book review blog, for heaven’s sake. Shouldn’t I be voraciously reading??
I suppose that’s the point of this blog, though. Sometimes the life that happens between reads, well, sometimes it’s a lot. Sometimes it doesn’t leave much room for reading at all. And you know what? That’s okay.
This year has been an amazing year of huge life changes. In the last twelve months, I got a divorce, did a lot of soul searching, sold my house, turned 25, moved in with my fantastic boyfriend, and found out I’m going to police academy in a week (I currently do PR; this is a HUGE career change, y’all). It was up and it was down. But mostly up, and forward, forward, forward. I am so thankful for this year, despite the low points and major life lessons I’ve learned. In fact, I’m grateful for them, too — they’ve gotten me to where I am. I am so excited for what this new year will bring.
Instead of looking at my book count as a failure this year, I’d like to accept it as a challenge for next year. I’ll continue reading, but enjoy the life in between, too.