I’d been looking forward to the day for months. One of the benefits of our local theatre membership (aside from being assured a ticket for Hamilton when it comes to town later this year) is the option to swap out some of the regular season shows for add-ons. My daughter and I agreed early on that we would add a Saturday matinee performance of the musical, Chicago, to our shows.
The Thanksgiving Day announcement that we are to become grandparents has me facing this new year with a mix of eagerness and anxiety I’ve not experienced since my own first pregnancy.
I took the challenge this year—the Goodreads Reading Challenge. I really had no idea how many books I realistically could or would read in a year. Fearful of failing, I set the bar low. I estimated I could do a bit better than a book a month and set a goal of reading 15 books for 2015. Somewhat to my surprise, I met that goal by the beginning of summer. I cautiously added another 10 to my challenge and as we near the end of the year Goodreads says I’ve exceeded my challenge by 24% having read more than 30 books. While that number includes one book listed twice, there are other books I’ve read that I’ve not bothered to post on Goodreads. So, all-in-all, I’ve more than achieved my goal.
This error threw me for a bit
. After all, I’ve never seen it on one of those “Top Ten Lists of Words Writers Confuse.” But something about this sentence felt off to me the first time I read it.
Not to worry—my musings here do not rise to the level of A. J. Jacobs’ A Year of Living Biblically in which he literally attempts to follow all the Old Testament Jewish injunctions to godly living. Nor do they rival Rachel Held Evans’ equally radical effort to abide by scripture’s directives for women in A Year of Biblical Womanhood. In fact, both Jacobs and Evans wrote about their experiences after a yearlong attempt to live overenthusiastically different lifestyles.