Twelve

I made this list of 28 for this year, and it's kind of come to a screeching halt the last month, being so busy with school and all. I have been consistent with walking (we're about 100 miles from hitting the 1,000 mark) and a few other things on there, as well. Only nine have been completed, while five more are nearing completion, and five others are winter activities, so it makes sense that they haven't been accomplished just yet.

So... basically, i have 3 months to finish 10-14 things. Ha! We'll see...

The main point of bringing this all up, however, is #12 on the list:

Read 12 books.

I rationed one book a month, figuring that was more than attainable. But factor in reading and papers for grad school, then socializing and networking and all of the wonderful shows i see for free thanks to AEG and i'm not left much time for leisurely reading. I've only made it through four and a half... and the half that i started was in July, so... this does not look promising.

I may just read ONE DAY eight more times, because of how much it fills me up. And tears me down, a bit, too. London has so much significance for me. It seems only appropriate that I happened upon this book while at the train station there.

I curled up on the train from London to Liverpool, and again in the hotel bathtub that was sunken into a dark wood base, much like an old boat. I dove in searching for answers to my own life. To relate. To try and understand. Nothing has measured up since...