I Need a Tardis

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I told myself that I would write 5,000 words this work week. I didn’t say 1,000 words a day, but that’s basically the idea. It’s a bit of a stretch goal, but I really do want to make my writing goal for the month. I won’t be able to make my writing goal for the month if I don’t seriously step up my game and if I don’t make my goal for the month, I’m not going to make my goal for the year.

I told myself that I would not set a reading goal for this year, but in my head I do think I secretly wanted to beat out every other year I’ve tracked on Goodreads. I’ve done that for sure. In both page numbers and books read, I’ve beaten all the other years I’ve done on Goodreads. I am excited about that.

I did set a Goodreads goal for the year, only because I knew I’d have no trouble reaching. I set the goal to be a book a week for the year. Well, as I went along and reached that and then double that, and then tripled that, I started to wonder if maybe I could quadruple that.

The thing is, I know the reason that the idea of quadrupling my book count is a way to pour myself into reading (and avoid reality AND writing at the same time) and still feel like I’ve accomplished something amazing.

If I weren’t also watching Christmas movies and playing Pokemon Go, I would make it without question, but I am doing those things. And I love those things so I don’t want to give them up either.

I hate that I have to choose. I know life is full of tough choices and that you can’t have everything all the time, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to whine about it.

Who knows what I’m really going to be able to pull off between now and New Year’s Eve. I sure don’t.