Some days are perfect

It’s 10pm as I’m writing this.

Today, I cried tears of joy while driving home.

I got breakfast and mimosas with one of my best friends and his fiancé. I haven’t seen them in months since they’ve been up north preparing to have a baby. Today, I met that fucking baby, held her, and reached enlightenment.

Then I met my other friend to see a movie—The Green Knight—in theaters for the first time since the pandemic began. We rode scooters back to his apartment in perfect weather.

I drove straight to my mom’s house to take care of her dogs—walk, feed, and play with them.

Finally, I met up with another best friend to play chess, go out on his boat, and grab dinner. Leaving the dock, I looked back at the pink-sky sunset over the water and couldn’t believe this all happened in less than 12 hours.

I write about the lessons, struggles, and questions I explore on a daily basis. But sometimes I just need to sit back and reflect on how fucking grateful I am to have the life that I do.

My friends, my environment, my capabilities…

I’m not sure if I deserve them, but I certainly try to.

I think I like today. I think it’s good.