Day: June 24, 2026

I don’t know if I’m just stretching the truth because I want so badly to feel connection. Even on the tiniest level, I want to see myself in others.

So when I see a picture of my nephew in his happy place, and it just so happens that his happy place is the same as mine, I feel this indescribable warmth and expansion. His cousins are readers too, and the idea that maybe all three of them got that from me makes me teary-eyed.

I’ve spent years trying to untangle what might have been passed down—addiction, osteoporosis, family medical histories that matter. So when I see a shared love of books, part of me wants to claim that inheritance too.

Then I remember my aunt telling me she loves to read and that she got it from Grandpa Eddie who was never without a book in his hand. If I got it from her, that kind of blows up my little theory anyway because she’s on a completely different side of my family tree.

And then I think about how many people love to read. It’s not like there are only a few of us on the planet. There are millions of readers out there.

So, yeah. My theory is shot.

This is what happens when you have time to kill before an appointment. Originally, I was going to go into work, leave for the appointment, and then go back. Instead, I decided just to go in late.

The filler time? Oh my gosh. Too much time on my hands is never a good thing.

So guess what I’m going to do?

I’m going back to my book.

As always, more to come.