A Look Back At 2015: Part III

Everyone makes New Year lists. And yes, later this week, I too will reveal my New Year list. After a few years in remission, Better Bryan will be rejuvenated as Better Bryan XVI.

But for now, I wanted to take a look back at how I did on my goals for 2015. So each day this week I'll be taking a quick and short look at one of my goals and how I did. Then we can mock how pitifully it all went and later this week I can wipe the slate clean and set up new goals. In yesterday's post we looked at two goals I completely dropped the ball on. Today tees up a more satisfactory result.

More reading. This one is personal, rather than blog related. I have always been a voracious reader. But for a couple years there I didn't really much of anything other than directions on formula. I've gotten back into reading of late and I want to continue this.

I'd say its a success, although "more" is both pretty nebulous and a low bar when formula instructions and board books are the deepest stories you read. No matter, 2015 was a banner year for book reading since the kids were born. But that is the magic of setting goals, you gotta make some fluff ones so you can point out your successes!

FAIL LEVEL: NONE - EASY PEASY!

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