It Was Like I Found G-d

Driving from West Fargo to Wahpeton, North Dakota in the winter may sound terrible . . .

. . . it is . . .

But after a couple of years, I found its benefit. I discovered (err, sought out) audio books. I didn't quite understand the need until I commuted, and I now I envy anyone that needs to take transportation to work for an hour or longer.

I've listened to several books, mostly beginning with not-so-great mystery novels that are set in a New England bakery (I like this genre, I guess!) to classics by Washington Irving to now the ever-so-popular Emily Henry books. I don't want to say I'm "anti-Emily Henry," but I truly try not to go with the "hype" books (no judgement to those that do, but I more-so appreciate books that aren't written with a formula). However, I wanted to learn what the excitement was about, so I used my one-of-two Audible credit and purchased it.

From here, I will now eat my crow.

Without giving away the synopsis, this story follows a woman who is a children's librarian. My not-so-secret dream job is to read books to children for a living. I don't know where this came from, but this desire lives inside me with no end in sight. There are several moments within this story when the protagonist talks about those children she reads to, and their personalities. This hit me hard. Each distinct quality about those made-up children made that yearn to read to them hit me hard.

You know those videos where you see people that find Jesus in those mega churches? They're crying, falling to the floor, praising the ceiling. That's the feeling I had when I hit that moment in Chapter 9. Not the Jesus part, but overcome with emotion bit. I felt like it all hit me at once, like I knew what I wanted. I'm already living my dream job (I am), but it felt like a "this is what I want to do in the future . . . when I have money . . . job).

Without giving away details, I'm adding a picture of the front door instead. There will be three phrases written at three different height points, to let them know. It's written on my closest pad of paper at the time (yes, that's pizza), but it's a good start.