Okay, fellow book lovers, I need to have a moment of honesty with myself (and with all of you!). At the beginning of the year, full of optimism and a fresh planner, I set my reading goal for 2025 at a respectable 50 books. Fifty! That's almost a book a week, and at the time, it felt totally doable.
Fast forward to... well, now. And let's just say my reading pace has been more of a gentle crawl than a brisk sprint. Life, as it often does, has thrown a few curveballs. Work has been demanding, personal commitments have piled up, and honestly, sometimes by the end of the day, all I want to do is stare blankly at a wall (or maybe mindlessly scroll, if I'm being really honest).
The result? My "books read" tracker is looking a little... sparse. And while I won't share the exact number to spare my blushes, let's just say I'm significantly behind schedule if I want to hit that ambitious 50.
The Internal Debate
This realization has led to a lot of internal back-and-forth. On one hand, there's the stubborn part of me that wants to push through, to catch up, to prove that I can hit that 50-book mark. It's about the challenge, the feeling of accomplishment.
But then there's the other, more pragmatic voice. The one that whispers, "Is this goal actually bringing you joy, or is it just another source of pressure?" And that's where the idea of lowering my goal to 30 books has started to take root.
Why 30 Might Be the Magic Number
Thinking about 30 books feels… lighter. It feels more achievable, given my current pace and life demands. It would still mean reading consistently, but without the intense pressure of trying to cram in multiple books a week.
Here's why I'm leaning towards the adjustment:
- Less Pressure, More Enjoyment: Reading should be a pleasure, not a chore. The constant nagging feeling of "you're behind!" is starting to detract from the pure enjoyment of getting lost in a story.
- Quality over Quantity: If I'm not scrambling to finish a book just to tick it off a list, I can afford to be more selective, to savor the books I do pick up, and maybe even re-read a favorite without guilt.
- Life Happens: Acknowledging that life gets in the way isn't giving up; it's being realistic. My reading habits ebb and flow, and it's okay to adjust expectations when circumstances change.
- Still a Great Achievement: Even 30 books in a year is a fantastic accomplishment! It means I'm still dedicating time to a hobby I love and exploring new worlds and ideas.
What Are Your Thoughts?
I'm still mulling it over, but the thought of a more manageable goal is definitely appealing. Have any of you ever had to adjust your reading goals mid-year? How did it feel? Did it help you enjoy your reading more?
I'd love to hear your experiences and any advice you might have as I navigate this potential re-calibration!
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