a minute on reading goals

This is a new thing I’m trying to take things less seriously. One minute to jot down an idea, an intention, a smile in this space - nothing more and nothing less. 

If I had more than a minute to write this, I’d talk about how personal goals have fallen by the wayside of caretaking and estate management and personal time functional freeze in these last few years or so. Or, about my relationship to reading and how it makes me feel like me even when I haven’t read as much in my life. Or about how much I am grateful to have books and the library and reading back in my life in this moment.

 

But I don’t. So, I won’t, haha!

 

What I will say is that I found myself at the end of October dangerously close to having read 100 books this year with 76 done. (Don’t ask me how many DNFs. Oof. So many recently, too. SIGH!)

 

Now, I don’t usually read to a number. Honestly, I just feel lucky to be finding pockets of time for myself to read at all vs. just freezing or doomscrolling or feeling bad about my to-do lists…

 

….AND, I kind of want to go for it? I don’t know. If I don’t hit 100 books, the worse thing that could happen is that I read a bunch more books this year that I would have read anyway – or, may have not read because I lose focus on my reading time in the chaos at the end of the year. 

 

That really is the whole thing for me and where I’m at at this point in my life and growth: So often, I’ll not even try things because it’s “not the right time” or “there’s a lot going on”, but is everything truly that serious that it can’t be even attempted? Will the world end? Will my family fall apart? Will life go on? 

 

It’s not that serious. So, why not?

 

PS: 2 books down this weekend, so 22 to  go!