Earlier this year, I resolved to read a book a week. And it was all going so well, until a few weeks ago.
It’s not that I’m not reading – I’ve got a few books on the go, I’m reading articles and blogs every day online, I’m reading newspapers and magazines, I’m reading web copy for clients – it’s just that I’ve not finished reading one book.
And what I’ve realised is that’s ok. When the year started, I had no idea how it would unravel. I had no idea in January as to what I’d be doing in March. 2011 most certainly started at a hectic pace, and it hasn’t slowed down. Each week may get busier, but it also gets better; with more opportunities and more fun and more work.
In the past few weeks I’ve been writing more than ever before. Part due to need and part due to want. And that’s something I’m really happy about.
It’s not that I don’t plan on finishing a book; it’s not that I’m completely turning my back on the idea of reading one a week, it’s just that I’ve recognised that sometimes, you can’t plan things. And that’s exactly where the beauty of life lies.