📖 Reading Wins (Big, Small, and the Life That Quietly Shaped Them)

Aug 28

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There’s something a little strange about looking back at your reading life and realizing it has quietly built itself into something meaningful.

I didn’t always think of myself as the kind of person who would have reading wins. For a long time, reading was just something I did in the background of everything else — steady, familiar, almost invisible in the way it shaped my days.

But then there were the moments that didn’t feel like much at the time. A book that pulled me out of a slump. A series I kept returning to without thinking. A decision to stop forcing books I didn’t enjoy. None of them felt like “wins” while they were happening… but together, they absolutely were.

These days, I’d describe myself as a mix of a TBR planner and a chaotic mood reader. I like structure… until I don’t. I like having a plan… until something completely different feels right instead. And honestly, the biggest shift in my reading life hasn’t been how much I read — it’s how I choose what comes next.

That alone feels like a win worth noticing.

📊 Hitting reading goals I didn’t think would feel like this

One of the biggest reading wins I’m working through this year is my 2026 reading goal.

I originally set out aiming for 300 books — a number that felt ambitious but exciting at the time. And I do think I’m going to surpass it this year.

As of publishing this post, I’m sitting at 183 books read so far.

What’s surprised me most isn’t the number itself, but how differently I relate to it now. It’s less about chasing something and more about watching my reading life unfold in real time.

There are days I check my tracker just out of curiosity, not pressure — and that shift alone feels like a quiet kind of progress.

There’s a calm confidence in realizing I don’t need to force momentum for it to exist. When reading is part of my rhythm, it just… happens.

And I think I like it better this way.

🌙 The “dark days” reading system (and what actually helps)

Reading during depressive episodes has always been complicated for me.

What I call my “dark days” are the times when my depression and anxiety make it almost impossible to focus on stories, or anything for that matter, no matter how much I want to. My attention slips, my brain feels heavy, and even opening a book can feel like too much effort.

Over time, I’ve stopped trying to fight it and started working with it instead.

I give myself a couple of hours to just exist in it. I still jokingly call it “sulking,” but it’s really just me sitting through it in whatever way I need to. If things start to shift, I let them. If they don’t, I move into a simple system I’ve built over time.

I reach for a comfort book.

Something familiar. Something I don’t have to work for. Something that already feels safe in my hands.

It doesn’t fix everything, and it isn’t meant to. But sometimes it’s enough to gently remind my brain what it feels like to connect with a story again. And that small shift is often what helps me find my way back into reading.

Not quickly. Not perfectly. But enough.

And for me, that counts.

📖 Returning to stories that feel like home

This year, I reread my Highland Brides series in May — and it ended up being one of the most grounding reading experiences I’ve had.

There’s a certain ease that comes with returning to a familiar series. You already know the world. You already know the rhythm. Nothing needs to be re-learned, so you can just settle back into it.

But what I didn’t expect this time was how alive it still felt.

I noticed details I’d missed before. I laughed at moments I already knew were coming, like they still had the same surprise effect anyway. One of those laughs actually caught me off guard — the kind that slips out before you even fully realize it’s happening, even though you already know exactly what’s coming.

That’s what makes it so meaningful to me.

It’s comfort, but it’s also connection.

And I already know I’ll reread it again before the year is over. Not because I have to, but because it feels like somewhere I want to be.

📚 DNFs, guilt-free reading, and learning to let go

One of the quieter wins I’m proud of is learning to DNF books without guilt.

This didn’t happen all at once. It was more of a slow shift in how I think about reading.

There was a time when I would push through books I wasn’t enjoying just because I had started them. As if finishing mattered more than the experience itself.

I remember sitting with one book, realizing I had reread the same paragraph multiple times without actually taking it in — and that was the moment it clicked that forcing it wasn’t actually serving me.

Now, I’ve learned to let go of that.

If a book isn’t working, I stop. No guilt spiral. No forcing myself through it. Just a simple acknowledgement that it isn’t the right fit for me in that moment — or maybe not at all.

And what surprised me most is how much lighter reading feels because of it. I’m more willing to try things now, not less, because I know I’m allowed to step away if I need to.

That shift has changed more than I expected.

🛒 Buying fewer books (…with occasional chaos)

I’ve also been trying to be more intentional about book buying.

And I do mean trying.

Overall, I’ve definitely improved. I buy fewer physical books, and I’m more thoughtful about what actually earns a place on my shelves instead of grabbing everything that catches my attention.

But then there’s the preorder problem.

Because I will absolutely go through a disciplined “no-buy” phase, feel very proud of myself… and then completely forget that future-me already made decisions months ago. So suddenly I have books arriving at my door like little time-delayed surprises from a past version of me who was clearly feeling very confident.

It’s not perfect budgeting behaviour, but I’m learning how to balance intention with enjoyment.

We’ll call it structured enthusiasm.

Now, Kindle books are their own category entirely. Technically they don’t take up space, which is exactly where things start to get dangerous. I’ve been trying to be more mindful there too, setting myself a soft limit of around 3–4 Kindle books a month and sticking to it as best I can.

It mostly works.

Mostly.

🌿 Other life wins that quietly shaped my reading life

Not all of these wins are directly about books — but they’ve quietly shaped the way I read more than I realized at the time.

This past year has been one of the more stable, intentional seasons I’ve had in a while. My mental health has been more manageable overall, which has made reading feel like something I can enjoy consistently again instead of something tied up in unpredictability.

I’ve also been in my current job for over a year now and genuinely love what I do, which has added a kind of stability I didn’t fully appreciate until I had it.

I’ve been more intentional with budgeting, making sure my money goes where it needs to before it goes where I want it to (which, yes, still includes books more often than I care to admit).

And I’ve also been planning more solo experiences for myself, including a solo road trip this past July — one of those experiences that quietly builds confidence without needing to be loud about it.

None of these are reading wins.

But they absolutely shape the kind of reader — and person — I am right now.

📖 What being a reader means to me now

At this point, being a reader isn’t just something I do for escape anymore.

It’s part of how I understand myself.

It’s comfort, identity, rhythm, and rest. It’s something I return to in both easy seasons and harder ones, and something that feels steady even when other parts of life don’t.

Reading isn’t separate from my life — it moves through it.

And I don’t think I would want it any other way.

🌙 Small wins still matter

When I look at my reading life as a whole, I don’t just see the big wins — I see the smaller things that quietly hold everything together.

Choosing a comfort book on a hard day instead of stepping away from reading entirely.

Letting go of a book that isn’t working without guilt.

Returning to stories I already love just because I want to.

Adjusting goals without turning them into pressure.

All of it counts.

Even the quiet parts.

Especially the quiet parts.

There’s a version of me that used to think wins had to be big and visible to matter. But I think I’ve learned that reading — like most things — is built from small, repeated moments that quietly shape who we become.

And I like the reader I’m becoming.