Last week, I started reading Rat Bastards: The South Boston Irish Mobster who took the rap when everyone else ran. I received it as a Christmas present and I was missing the person who gave it to me, so I cuddled up in the nook of my sectional couch and started reading it. Later, I’d discuss it with him, providing both of us some much-needed levity to our days. It warmed my heart; you all know I love talking about books! The fact of the matter is that books can bring us together in a lot of ways, even in quarantine. 

I developed a practice of personal development reading because I had an itch. It existed right there under the skin telling me I was missing something, whispering in my ear that there is something more I could be doing. That there is more to life, really. My friend Brittany, you’ve heard about her, had begun a practice of reading for personal development each morning and so I thought I’d give it a try. And, it has been so rewarding.