I’ve hopelessly failed at my photo challenge for 2012. There are no excuses, but I will remedy this mistake with a new photo challenge that will only last the second half of the year. My Spring is stacking up to be much busier than anticipated (but in a good way). While I’ve been absent on my blog, my life
has continued steadfastly on its path without much of a pause. While most of my days is dedicated to work, something my mother has kindly pointed out as my true induction to adulthood, I have managed to scratch off a bucket list item. I ran my first 5K today for Atlanta Mission, a charity in Atlanta that helps fight homelessness this weekend. It was a brutal wake-up call for my 2012 self that I should get back to the gym.
A day later, my legs are painfully sore mocking me and my brilliant idea to run a mile in 10 minutes for the first time in my life. In my defense, legs, there was an 8-year-old kid beating me. I think I’ll attempt a 10K next. I think that’s probably where I will plateau on my running quest. While some people get a high that pushes them to signup for a full marathon, I will not be one of those foolishly swept up in the moment.
While I don’t make resolutions, I am endeavoring to try this year to alternate between fiction and nonfiction. I find the older I get, I crave more nonfiction in my literary diet. As a child, I was an avid reader of fiction. Somewhere between college and adulthood, my reading has dramatically dropped off. I’ve started holding myself more accountable with my reading lists on this blog. I’m only mildly competitive, but I was quite proud of the amount I read last year. College textbooks had drained the fun out of reading for many years for me. However, when I read that my mother finishes approximately 50 books a year, I realized I was still slacking. I’m stepping up my reading game, in part to beat my mother, call it my Asian-instinct to excel. However, the bigger picture with my literary goal is that I write and grow more as an individual if I read more. My goal is to read at least 4 books a month, which will end my year with 48. I’m going to have to start checking out how thick these books are before downloading on the kindle. While I love reading on my kindle (I love it!), I never have any idea of what I’m setting myself up for because there are no physical pages to visually gauge.
a part of this quest, I read Little Princes: One Man’s Promise to Bring Home the Lost Children of Nepal by Connor Grennan. The novel is based on Grennan’s journey as a volunteer to director of his own nonprofit organization to help trafficked children reunite with their families.
It’s an inspiring story that calls humanity to do better. It’s a reminder of the horrors that still exist in our twenty-first century world. I highly recommend everyone to read this book because it is a reminder to me of all the blessings I have in my life. (Five Stars)