Turning 26

When I first created this space, I thought I would write every single day, but that's not what life had in stock for me.

Most of my cake days in the past were historically spent indulging in things that brought happiness to everyone else but me, but this year has been nothing short of a wake up call from a slumber that I really needed to wake up from.

When I walked into my new apartment 10 minutes ago, I didn't understand why my mind stumbled upon this little space on the internet with my name on it, but something told me that it was important I wrote again.

I wanted this to be a place where I checked in often and leave my footprint in the wild west of information dump that has become our reality now. My reality is a little bit different now because after being chronically addicted to need of being on social media, I finally decided that it wasn't for me.

Now my life isn't spectacular because of photos and 10 second recordings that you focus on while you forget the name of the song being performed in front of you, it isn't wonderful because of tags on pictures that validate the price of the airline ticket that would otherwise be a months rent, it isn't fantastic because of manufactured memories with groups of people who secretly hate each other.

It's spectacular because I wake up every day and my brain is my best friend, it's wonderful because my mind doesn't fight me anymore, and it's fanastic because the only things that have a place in my life are things that bring me value - everything else - like Max Verstappen would say - can fuck right off.

Thank you Max for getting Pole position by over 6 tenths of a second in Spa.

Eternally grateful for the progress that I've been able to make the last few months fighting my demons.

Now things don't have to be anyone else's version of reality to be awesome. It's awesome because they are the way they are.

Amor Fati. Happy Cake Day. Time fo more.