What happens if the cut, the burn, the break was never in my brain/ Or in my blood, but in my soul?

Now that we are well into November, let's assess October. So, it wasn't a great month. I had hoped to read 10 list books and get a real jump on the rest of the year. Instead, I read eight and a bit. I probably read nine books worth, but at the end of the month I had three books going so I didn't actually finish them.

So, two observations here:

1) I broke one of my main rules, which is one book at a time. I want to hyperlink to previous blog posts where I write about this, but I can't find them and it's late and I'm tired. I justify it because one book was my at-home read, one was my metro read, and one was a book Drew is reading out loud to me.

2) I read basically the bare minimum to stay on track for the year, which is not ideal. As I've said before, December can be a rough month so ideally you have some cushion going in. That said, I'm trying not to be too hard on myself about all of this. My life is crazy busy, I do a lot, and reading eight books is still a lot for a month.

In general I'm pretty bad at being nice to myself, but I'm trying to work on that. Another non-list project blog post will be coming up soon on that topic.