I love goals, and more than that, I love organisation.
Colour co-ordination, setting objectives and scheduling has become my life (pretty much). Partly, because if I don’t have everything written down nothing will get done but also because I love post-its and enjoy writing myself notes.
Achieving the goals I set, however, is the best because I enjoy rewarding myself for a job well done (it’s extremely satisfying to get rewards for little things like writing a blog post, meeting daily word counts or, finishing a novel before bed…even if the reward is only a cup of coffee).
Setting reading goals for a year (annual reading goal: amount of books one plans to read in 12 months) always means big rewards for me like, buying even more books, dedicating an entire week to nothing else but writing or, getting a new cat (I’ve never got a new cat for achieving a reading goal but a girl can hope, can’t she?).
SO WHY DON’T I HAVE A READING GOAL FOR 2016?!
I’m well aware it’s April (HOW ON EARTH IS IT APRIL ALREADY???) but I decided to tackle this post anyway because I’VE BEEN ASKED ABOUT MY READING GOAL…and I don’t have one.
I have a list (because duh, lists are the best) as to why I don’t have a reading goal this year:
I’M A DEDICATED DANDELION
If I decide to write 8,000 words in one day (almost) NOTHING WILL STOP ME. If I plan to read 100 books in a year (almost) NOTHING WILL STOP ME. If I want to travel the world NOTHING WILL STOP ME (except for a whole list of things including expenses, fear of a zombie apocalypse breaking out when I’m miles away from home and not being able to do my own laundry) but, basically, if I set a goal (almost) NOTHING WILL STOP ME which sometimes results in…uh, bad human-ing (it’s a word. Leave it alone).
In 2014 I almost missed my reading goal so, a week before the New Year, I abandoned life and spent all my time (when I wasn’t eating) reading. Needless to say I got 4 books read in a week (which has never happened again so I don’t know how I did it) and achieved my reading goal. And although I celebrated IT WAS BAD because I wasn’t a human for like, a week, I was a non-stop reading machine (my family wasn’t too impressed).
LIFE and other stuff
I have A LOT going on this year.
I’m in year 11 now (when did I grow up? Why am I getting older? Where did 12 year old Kat go and where can I find her?) and I have LOADS of school work. Like, LOADS. (I’m practically drowning in school work, but fear not, I have armbands and there are life guards (thanks mum) who make sure I don’t sink and die).
I WANTED THIS YEARS READING TO BE (more) ‘FUN’
Don’t get me wrong, I always have fun when I read books but (see Dedicated Dandelion) when I set my mind to something I ALWAYS do my best to achieve it, which means that, often, I stress myself out about reading WHICH SHOULD’NT BE THE CASE.
Stress = bad for health, cats and plants that get over watered with my anxious tears.
THE NEVER ENDING TBR
My TBR (to-be-read) pile is longer than average life expectancy and although I’ve never worried about it before I realised a few months ago that if I stacked all the books in my TBR pile on top of each other and it fell over – it’d kill me.
So, I planned to get it under control this year and I can’t do that if I’m always stressing myself out about both the TBR and reaching my reading goal (I realise if I tackled the TBR I’d kind of be sorting out the reading goal too but shhhh- my brain hasn’t figured that out yet).
I’M TERRIFIED OF FAILURE
Really, what more do I need to say? I despise the mere idea of failure and do everything I can to avoid it so (because I’m a terrified tulip) I decided to hide away from failure and not set a reading goal this year…
So that’s why I don’t have a reading goal. Don’t worry, I’M STILL READING ALL THE BOOKS AND WRITING ALL THE REVIEWS AND DOING ALL THE BOOKISH THINGS – I just don’t have a number in mind when I think about how many books I’ll read this year.