Writers are notorious procrastinators, but as you can imagine, we're also creative at finding ways of delaying sitting down in front of a blank or partially completed page. One of my recent dilatory tactics turned into something more. I began wondering whether there were others out there who shared my unusual name. I had met one other Bryna when I was growing up, and had heard of two others – the grandmother of a high school classmate, and Kirk Douglas’ mother, after whom he named his production company. But once I started looking, I discovered Brynas all around of the world, each of whom had never met another Bryna, and were excited to chat with others with the same, shared given name. On the basis of this simple connection, over 140 Brynas have joined a group to get to know each other and share our interests and desires. If it's that simple to forge a connection with strangers, does it mean that we are all missing something? What is it that we are all seeking?