The first week of the year is over, and I barely noticed.
That’s exactly how the whole of 2017 felt to me. And terribly exhausting, at the same time. Between extra work hours that have only multiplied since winter arrived, getting a little library up and going, and multiple visits to the doctor… the end of the year snuck up on me, and my goal is nowhere near achieved.
The goal for 2017 was to clear my TBR list from all sequels and series that have been nagging at me and being able to focus on all the new stories and authors that I also want to be reading. But I only manage to read a grand total of 8 books. That’s just sad.
And not just because it makes me feel like I failed spectacularly (and after actually surpassing my goal the year before!) but because it illustrates quite clearly the reading withdrawal that I have been in for quite a while.
I usually use my reading time to decompress, to let my mind travel to wonderful and magical new places. It helps me manage the crazy hours and keeps me always calm and stress-free. But with as little reading, as I was able to do last year, I feel like my reservoir of goodwill and patience is about dried up.
I don’t like this not-reading persona I have been wearing lately. I can almost feel my brain drying up. Like a long drought, where the soil cracks and splits. I’m sure that’s what my brain looks like now.
But I refuse to accept defeat! Mostly because these challenges I impose on myself are for my own motivation, so, I will still continue with the one I have left unfinished and hopefully I will be able to get on with a second one later on the year.
The goal remains the same, to complete all series I’ve already have started and those that have been waiting for far too long on the list. Hopefully, things will start to look better if I mark off time in my day dedicated to reading. I’m confident no one will dare ignore the “DO NOT DISTURB” sign and risk my ire.
I did manage to sneak in some reading time during the family-packed holidays and I have made some progress with Savage Dawn, I expect I will be trough with it soon.
Fairest, on the other hand, has become too depressive. I might have to put it down an away. I haven’t decided yet. In the meantime, let’s get some sleep.