Get real. Share something you're struggling with right now.
Last week, I wrote an apology to my twin brother, because I'm not speaking to him right now.
Last week, I wrote about "my lot in life," aka having Crohn's Disease.
I even wrote about juggling two jobs.
Honestly, those are the three realest things I'm struggling with the most right now.
A less personal, but still, a very real struggle of mine, is not having the time to read. This is killing me. I read 51 books last year, just one book shy of my goal of reading one new book a week.
I have read a mere nine books this year.
Nine.
In almost five months.
I did start a new one this weekend, for my book club. And The Poisonwood Bible was pretty long, which makes me feel slightly better. (But Flat-Out Matt was technically a novella, which makes me feel slightly worse). I also bought five books at the used bookstore last week, including the one for my book club, and the next Philippa Gregory novel I wanted to read.
Of course, the most important book I'll read this year is actually a reread of my favorite book as a little girl.
