Saturday night, I found myself restless and made a trip to my local library.
Yes, this is what I do on Saturday nights these days: go to the library.
I went in search of Roxanne Gay’s Bad Feminist. Coming up empty, I decided to take a leisurely stroll down the aisles. As I soaked in the quiet and the many titles, one book stood out: The Antidote: Happiness for People Who Can’t Stand Positive Thinking. I saw visions of me and this book having romantic afternoons in the park, hanging out at the lake to take in a sunset, curled up together on my couch or in my bed, snuggling under the covers. The book was meant to be my bae. So of course, I checked it out.