Oh, hey 2020! There is something so joyful about the repetition in this number that it’s got to be a great and prosperous year for us all, right?
I’d popped this theme into my blog calendar, as I’ve always done for my first post of the year, but as I sit here to write it, I realise… I don’t want to set myself any goals this year. I don’t mean that in an, ‘I’ve given up on reading’ way – never! But more in an, ‘I don’t want to be restricted or feel I have to read certain things’ way.
What I learnt from 2019 is the importance of my free time – I have less and less of it these days, so any minute spent reading must be spent reading something wonderful. It’s that simple. A little while ago I embraced DNF too and the combination gave me a really satisfying year of brilliant reading.
Looking back on my 2019 goals, they were overarching and then this one:
“I’ve also decided 2019 is the year of Agatha. I’m going to make a conscious effort to get through her epic back-catalogue by taking part in a digital Agatha Christie book club,”
Did I achieve this? Reader, I failed. The main reason being that I hit a few Agatha books the club had selected that I just didn’t enjoy or want to read. So I didn’t. And it was bloody liberating. Due to this my attention to this goal dwindled, so I didn’t keep it up. I still – obviously – love Agatha and fully intend to keep working my way through her back catalogue, but at my own pace.
So, for 2020 I will… set myself an attainable GoodReads target in their reading challenge (60, like 2019 – I read 63) as I do like keeping a little track of my reads on there, and then read whatever takes my fancy.
Actually, maybe that’s my goal: instinctive, enjoyable reading.
What are your thoughts on reading goals? Too restrictive or nice to have something to aim for? Let me know below!