I’ve always pushed back against spring. While there is inevitable delight in warm weather after the kind of winters I’ve grown up with, I enjoyed it as little as possible. Avoided it when I could. Ignored the tulips, the puddles, the t-shirts, the giddiness.
Simply put, spring has always meant the end of school. And I’ve dreaded the end of school for my whole life.*
Now graduated, I’m slowly coming around to spring. It’s the first time that spring doesn’t mean the end of anything except for winter. And it is a little glorious. I guess.
Mainly, I’m coming around to spring because it seems a perfect time to make some goals, the big one being that I will
READ 100 BOOKS THIS YEAR.
Bold, I know.
The closest I’ve gotten since I’ve been recording was 88 books between April 2010 and April 2011. I suspect that I’ve done 100 before; back in high school (particularly during the “dark time” I mention after the asterisk at the end of this post) I was blazing through one book a day. But that was before work, before school became challenging, before the Internet became a real contender in my life.
In recent years, I’ve tended closer to 50 per year. Which is why I think I need a boost.
This challenge comes with only one rule:
1. I have to continue to read only what I feel like reading. That is, I cannot allow my goal of reading 8.3 books per month keep me from reading delightfully long books or difficult books, even if said time-consuming tomes jeopardize said goal.
Does anyone want to join me? I started counting on April 1st, but you could certainly do May 1st if you don’t have a record from April.
Let’s stop sulking about the darn tulips and do something productive!
*Save for my freshman year of high school, when I was looking forward to the end from the first day. But that was a dark time.