Here’s the goal: Read 100 books in 2012.
You’re probably asking yourself…why on Earth am I doing this? 100 books in one year is, realistically, not exactly a walk in the park. Now, combine that with not only working 20 hours a week and going to Temple University full-time, and you’d think I’d lost it.
And sometimes I think I have.
I’m sure everyone out there has something they wish they could do. Maybe it’s taking up a new hobby, or cleaning out your closet, or even picking up the phone and calling friends you’ve lost touch with. The point is, there’s something in the back of your mind that makes you think “if I could only do that then I could do this”. For me, it was my books. Over the past eight years, I had accumulated quite a number of books. But I never read them because, well, life got in the way. Or so I told myself. I always had a paper to write, or another book to read for class, or there was a show I wanted to watch, or a nap I wanted to take. So really I was just making excuses.
I had been content with pushing off my goals until I realized something during the Christmas holidays: I was graduating from school in May, and had no idea what I wanted to do after I graduated. I filled my days in college like most young adults do: reading material, doing papers and study at the last minute, watching TV, devoting tons of time to mindlessly surfing the internet, and sleeping. I was doing what I had to do, and then filling up the rest of my time.
But I felt like something was missing. I had this feeling that I was wasting my life sleeping and watching TV and going on the internet. The only thing that made me feel somewhat accomplished was my page on Goodreads.com. On that page, I kept track of every book I had read for the past five months and even made a small goal to read 10 books in 2011 (3 months by the time I started).
That’s when it finally clicked. What if instead of making my goal to read 20 books in 2012, I made my goal a little loftier? Like, 50…or 100?? What if instead of wasting my time over sleeping or zoning out in front of the TV or the internet, I read all those books I accumulated, and then some? Surely I’d feel like I was using my time better, and I’d finally get that project out of the way.
It was then, that the project was born. Most have said it’s crazy, perhaps impossible to do. Maybe it is, but if I can finish this, who knows what else I can accomplish?
Follow me into my mountain of books.
Progress: 10 books.