The morning commute is not the right time to read emotionally impactful books. Awkwardly pretending I didn't just almost tear up after reading a really beautiful/ heartfelt passage that makes me feel so grateful and appreciative of my loved ones.
My other half doesn't like hot drinks, and he doesn't read. What was i thinking! 🤣. (Joke!). He does make a good cup of tea when I'm poorly and turns a blind eye to my book buying habit (ahem. addiction), so I accept.
People look at me funny when they ask what I'm reading & I list the 4 books I'm mid-way through. To non readers, it is perfectly normal for book worms to be reading multiple books in tandem, depending on mood/time of day. I have a commute book, a bedtime reading book, and so on.
A sibling is the keeper of your childhood & a piece of home you carry wherever you go. Though we follow different paths, our roots remain one. It's a bond that endures everything because they knew you before the world did. My sibling is my safe space & my calm.
Sometimes, the biggest rifts are caused by the subtle, negative seeds planted by those on the outside. Staying aware of who you let into your ear is everything. I never let others dictate my views and make my own judgements about who to trust.
I don't have a favourite place. I have favourite people. And wherever I am with my favourite people, that place becomes my favourite place.
Credit - unknown. But it resonated so much with me.