When I signed up for the Goodreads Reading Challenge, my goal of 30 books seemed reasonable based on the number of books I’d read in the months prior. Pushing myself to include another book or two was a good idea. Right?
But life happened and my reading interest waned at times. And with less than three weeks left in the challenge, I find myself 5 books away from my goal. This precarious position has ignited a war between my inner child and my competitive side.
My inner child doesn’t like to read when forced to. Reading doesn’t feel as pleasurable when it is an assignment… something I HAVE to do. Not to mention, this is such a busy time of year. Do I need added stress?
But my competitive side understands the goal has not been met. There are notches needed on the post to consider the battle won. Carving out a bit of time each day to meet the goal should be a gift I give myself… reading is an escape.
Will I make it? I’m not sure. Regardless, this is a win:win situation for me because I’ve read a few amazing books. (which I totally have, like…)
And I’ve also read several books-to-be from my writer friends. Story-wise, it’s been a great year.
Did you sign up for the challenge?