If you’ve been reading my blog for a bit, you’ll know I love to make a plan. Even though I know the plans don’t always work out. Having a plan makes me feel like I have some control over a chaotic existence. Ha. Futile, I know. But it helps me focus.
To that point, in January, I started my first-ever book reading challenge. I wanted to read one fiction book a month. I even made a handy-dandy little chart to know which book I’d read when.
And then, well the position I had for 16 years with super flexible hours was reduced in hours by half thanks to the pandemic which meant I had to switch jobs. Can you tell me what month I started the new gig? Ha.
March and April were a big learning curve for me as I adjusted not only to a new position but also moving to consistent work hours. It’s taken me a few months to find a new groove, which meant that some of my usual reading time was cut. And with it, two books fell off this year’s list. They’ll go on next year’s challenge, but this is where I’m at now. And I might not get to all of the books left this year, but I’m giving it a whirl. And at the end of the day, that’s all you can do, right?
Until next time…