12,579 Days Alive
Man, did I overestimate my free time this year. I didn’t think I’d be changing jobs (twice!), nor did I think I’d be so busy! I didn’t hit 50,000 words on NaNoWriMo, unfortunately. And I didn’t even get one of my reading challenges completed.
I’m disappointed, honestly, but I was supposed to be doing this for fun! So I’m not going to stress out about it much.
If you’re just joining Postmark Wonderland, here’s the run down: I had a list of 200+ books that I meant to read in 2019. I’ve gotten a handful of them read and reviewed. I still have them on my Kindle, and I still have 8,149 books and counting to read. Yes, that number is correct: eight thousand, one hundred forty nine. That doesn’t take into account the ones I’ve already read this year.
However, there is still hope! For 2020, I’m aiming for around a hundred books for the year. Maybe that’s a more reasonable goal. I tried for just fifty-two, the equivalent of a book a week, but my list ended up being in the seventies anyway.
I’ll be adding a master post of all the books I plan to read in 2020 here shortly. There’s less of a theme-chasing madness this year, though. It’s just one solid theme: books written by women. I may see if I can fit them into the
In other news, I am still loving the new job. I’m a little frustrated I’m not able to get through my calls quicker, but I’m doing what I can on the new system and still enjoy it greatly.
Mentally, I’m struggling a little. Nothing specific, per se, but I know I need to go see Dr. B again. But she was so dismissive of my struggles last time we saw each other, it was disheartening.
I’m also constantly exhausted this week? But I assume it’s because of everything I’m learning at my new job.
I should go read or something.
Take your meds, folks.