Don't Let Your Day Fuck Up Your Night
Some weeks, the weight of leadership, bad decisions, and life's bullshit gets pretty fucking heavy. But when I walk through the door at night, I don't want to dump that weight on the woman I love. Life has taught me how precious those ordinary evenings really are, and I'm not about to let somebody else's bullshit steal them.
She Brought Me Home
I got pulled over on my way home from pool league for doing what I always do on a motorcycle: getting away from traffic. But somewhere in the middle of arguing about speed, safety, and freedom, I mentioned the crash that nearly killed me. Suddenly, the traffic stop wasn't really about the traffic stop anymore.
Katelyn's Log, Earth Date 20260531
This morning I found myself doing something I haven't done in a while: feeling nervous before a first meeting.
Not because I'm looking for "the one." Not because I've built some fantasy in my head. But because every now and then you meet someone who just clicks. Someone whose humor lands. Someone whose perspective makes sense. Someone who feels like they belong in your orbit, regardless of what comes next.