Today i lived a very adult life. To say “living my best adult life” would sound cliché, but it would be the truth. Gratefully golden.

Grateful for brown sugar lattes, productive work meetings, unflavored chocho protein, sadly delicious bachelorette dinners, group trip planning, fresh berries, sweet beau, heart-melting body heat, big plumes of love.

2:21 am.

Hope you had a nice extendo Fourth of July weekend. Mine was all funnin’ and sunnin’. Friends and family of friends. I ate a burger as planned. Didn’t have to sit through any fireworks or drone shows. Yay.

June flew and July is flying. Life changes fast. Hold on to your hats and meta glasses.

Grateful for nice people, Day drinking, gold beads, chocolate old fashioned, high protein, compliments, future confusion.

2:38 am.

A near perfect day. A great day at work. A delicious dinner. A beer. A hot tub party. a good “diet” day.

Grateful for Buddha bottle flowers, old school chivalry, so many friendly faces while walking on my block, honesty, YouTube algorithm, seeing so many 11:11s.

1:23 a.m.

been focusing on my diet and trying to ramp up cardio and strength training. Well, not so much the cardio part. I’m trying this new thing—eating tons of protein and tracking my intake on an app. I weighed my smoked salmon and Greek yogurt today. The mixed berries too. I never wanted to be this way, but that’s what happens when you get old and eat and drink too much. It’s surprisingly fun though—good data enlightens and motivates. I did not exceed my calorie target.

grateful for cronometer, egg whites, cozy blankets, wale, same-day delivery, green flags, good neighbors, sk-ii, how long this list can be.

12:47 a.m.

Grateful for all the texts I haven’t responded to yet, fage, mellow work day, emotional intelligence, comfort level high.

12:30 a.m.

Ten months since Eddie’s passing. !. Time has been flying. Healing is happening. Today at the cemetery I talked to a very nice man who lost his beautiful 21-year-old son eight years ago. I could tell his grief journey is different than mine even though both of ours are grounded in love. I can’t say what the differences are—because I really don’t know—all I know is mine is beautiful and I’m being guided. One thing he told me is that he is praying for a miracle; I am not. I told him to keep believing.

grateful for wu-tang, blueberries, sore muscles, antibiotic ear drops, short work week, my brain, territory, and all the sweetness.

2:54 a.m.