2021 has come and gone, fellow readers. Did you make your TBR Challenge goals?
For the second year in a row, I didn’t. And for the first time ever, the number of books I did read was only in the single digits. One the one hand, I’m disappointed–not just because I didn’t make my goal, but because reading has always been an activity I loved and spending less time with books makes me sad on several levels. On the other hand, it was an arbitrary number and while 2021 was better to me than 2020 was, it was still a rough year. So I’m shrugging my shoulders and closing the book–so to speak–on the 2021 TBR Challenge. The phrase “it is what it is” has been used perhaps too much lately, but 2021 was what it was.
At the end of 2020 I wished for peace and energy in the new year, but for 2022 I wish for healing and rest. I have a feeling there are a lot of us who could use both.