Being able to read this semester has really changed me a lot, especially since it felt almost impossible to read over the summer. During those months, I had a pretty chaotic internship schedule that took over most of my free time. By the time I got home, I was exhausted and the thought of picking up a book just felt like another task on my to-do list. I had loved reading before, but at this point, I started to lose my spark. I ended up reading way less than I have in years past, which honestly really upset me. I went into the year with this huge goal of reading more books than I did last year and by July it was clear that wasn’t happening. It felt like I was letting myself down, not because of the number itself, but because reading has always been something that fuels me and I missed that version of myself.
But this semester completely flipped that feeling around. Reading became something I looked forward to again. It gave me a break from stress, a chance to breathe and a moment where I wasn’t thinking about deadlines, assignments or any of the noise that comes with being a college student. I started listening to audiobooks while I was in the car which honestly has become one of the best habits I’ve created and whenever I had a few extra minutes between classes or before bed, I’d pick up my current physical book. It wasn’t forced. It wasn’t part of a challenge. It was just enjoyable.
I also finally jumped into series that have been sitting on my reading list for literally years. Some of them I had been saving for the right time, but then I realized there is no perfect time, so why not just start? I continued some of my favorite series too, the ones that feel like coming home when you open them. It reminded me why I fell in love with reading in the first place. The stories, the escape, the feeling of getting attached to characters who don’t even exist. Yes, sometimes I do get a little too attached to characters and have a hard time letting them go.
Somewhere in this process, I started slowing down in general. Not just in school, but in life. Taking that intentional time to enjoy something I love helped me understand my own boundaries better. I learned not to overload myself the way I did in the summer and I learned that it’s okay to step back and recharge. I even pushed myself to expand my taste in books, trying genres I normally would’ve ignored.
And the best part? I read more this semester than I have the entire rest of the year combined. It feels like I finally got a piece of myself back and honestly, I’m proud of that.

