Funny enough my last Discussion post was also about reading goals. I go awol for a year and a half and nothing changes. Anyway…
The year is coming to a close thus causing me to start thinking about my goals for 2018. I’m not typically one to do New Year’s resolutions because I used to feel like it was arbitrary to wait until January 1st to make a change or set a goal. However, since I’ve been in college and grown up a little bit (wow, shocker) I’ve realized it’s not really about the date, at least for me, it’s about setting goals.
As a high schooler the goals I set for myself were always intuitive – live creatively and do well in school. Humble brag, I did pretty great at this. For the most part I had A’s and B’s, did various creative extracurriculars and read all the time. It was difficult and challenging (especially when you’re also battling depression and anxiety and you don’t know how handle it because you’re a kid) but I did it and I look back at my high school career with fondness and pride.
Fast forward to now. I’m twenty (lolwhut?), attending art college, and I have no idea how past me did everything with such “ease”. (The obvious answer is that I’m remembering everything with a rosier tint but still, how did I do it???) And I’ve now found it enjoyable and rewarding to actively set goals.
The goals I have for myself this year have not been set in stone but they do mirror my high school desires: live creatively and do well in school. These days those two intertwine since my grades rely directly on my creativity and artistic skill. So I’m wondering if so much of what I want to achieve in 2018 is wrapped up in art…what room is left for my other hobbies, like reading?
Which brings me to the main point – I’m (probably) going to set my Goodreads 2018 Reading Goal to 3 books.
Now, before you fling yourself to your keyboard, asking if I’ve lost my will to read the answer is no, of course not. I’ve read books my whole life, I don’t want to stop now. However, I value my self esteem and my time and I’m aware that I am not going to be happy with myself if I can’t meet my goal. I set the bar high in 2014 and read 31 books out of my goal of 15, but was able to meet my goal in the following two years. This year the only reason I’ve met my goal is because I binge read three short stories from the New Yorker (I’m not saying that I didn’t enjoy those three short stories, or that they shouldn’t count but I am saything that I felt compelled to read them because I knew they were quick and would count toward my goal. And something about that feels a little shallow to me.)
I want a healthy challenge to read but I don’t want another year of an incomplete goal on my goodreads page. And so, three books feels like the right amount. A healthy amount to remind me to read because I enjoy storytelling. I don’t need to read a lot just to prove that I can.
Anyway, I would love to know how you are handling your reading goals and how you feel about mine.
– Queen Celine