12/31/2025
I’ve always loved reading.
It’s my solace. The thing that settles my brain, slows my breathing, and helps me truly relax as a highly driven person.
When I was pregnant with my first child, I remember people telling me, “You won’t be able to be a working mom and keep up your reading.” I rejected that idea immediately. Not because I thought it would be easy, but because I believe deeply that if something matters to you, you find ways to make space for it.
That doesn’t mean I always read as much as I want. Some nights I get only a few pages in before exhaustion wins. Life is full, busy, and often chaotic. But I made a promise to myself to keep this piece of joy in my life, no matter how full the calendar gets.
As the nerd I proudly am (and someone who loves goal-setting), I started setting a yearly reading goal several years ago. This year, my kids encouraged me to stretch it to 55 books for 2025. They reminded me I could do it, cheered me on, and celebrated every milestone along the way, often asking me what number book I just finished.
And this year, I hit 55 books.
I’m incredibly grateful-not just for the books, but for the reminder that joy is worth protecting, and that our children are always watching how we honor what matters to us.
Here’s your gentle encouragement: you don’t have to do everything perfectly. You just have to keep choosing the things that fill you up, even in small moments. Those choices add up. ❤️