One of my resolutions this year was to read a chapter of Harry Potter each day. Just one chapter. I thought it would be challenging yet rewarding. I was pretty correct.
This morning, I read the last chapter of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (I started a few days late because I was out of town for the New Year). That book was so hard to read one chapter at a time. I can’t count the number of times I’ve read that book, so I know it pretty well. And to only read one chapter? That wasn’t easy. I could have finished that book in an hour, and instead, I took almost an entire month to get through it.
I wish I could say I had some amazing new revelation from the book. I wish I could say I caught something that changed my entire perspective of the series. I wish I could say it impacted me more.
It didn’t. Not really.
Sure, there are some small details that either I learned for the first time or was reminded of, but nothing earth-shattering or mind-blowing.
But I’m not disappointed. My goal in reading one chapter a day was to make myself spend time doing something I love each day. Each day I read one chapter of my favorite book series, and that helps me feel joy. I start my mornings off by eating breakfast and diving into the world I’d love to call home. That’s a pretty great start, I would say.
While this goal isn’t really changing my life for the better, it is helping me be happier each day. It’s reminding me that I should spend time reading books I know and love, instead of solely focusing on the “1,000,000,000 books everyone should read to feel smart” lists. I take time to do what I love every day, and that’s a great thing to do.
Image taken from New York City Children’s Theater. “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.”