I broke my reading streak (and I’m kind of bummed about it).

One of my goals this year was to read every day, just 15 pages, nothing too overwhelming. January, February, March, and April went really well. I wasn’t in love with every book I picked up, but I stayed consistent and made time to read a little bit each day.

Unfortunately… I broke my reading streak last week.

What happened?
Honestly, I’m not totally sure. I wasn’t really into the book I was reading, but that hasn’t stopped me before. If you’ve read my book reviews, you know there have been quite a few books this year that didn’t really click for me, and I still kept reading.

But for some reason, this one felt different.

I’d pack the book in my bag for my commute and then just not take it out. When I got home, I’d set it on my desk with every intention of reading, but instead I’d just look at it and think about reading without actually doing it. Over the weekend, I told myself I’d catch up, but I kept finding other things I’d rather do.

It was such a bummer, especially because this was a book I’d been really excited about. It just didn’t end up being what I thought it would be, and I couldn’t seem to stay interested.

At one point, I avoided it so much that I went ahead and put four books on hold at the library, hoping to reset my reading mood. Sidenote: Are they all currently “in transit” at the same time? Yes. Will they probably all arrive at once? Also yes.

Ultimately, I’m disappointed that my streak is broken. I did briefly consider fudging it – I mean, I was technically reading those days, just online – but it didn’t feel the same. My goal wasn’t just to read words; it was to read stories. And clearly that didn’t happen.

I’m disappointed, but I also know this isn’t the end of the world. Maybe this is a large, blinking sign that I need to put that book down and start fresh with a new story. And with all my library books on the way, I’m hoping one of them will be exactly what I need to fall back into my cozy reading rhythm again.