It’s a stormy Sunday morning, and I’m tired, hungover, and trying to talk myself into going to the gym. I’ve been slipping into old habits again, but I’m still trying. In this episode, I talk about time, the choices we make, and how crazy it is to look back and realize how far we’ve come, even when it doesn’t feel like much. Life’s hard, but maybe that’s what makes it worth living.

Another family reunion. Another round of questions about when I’ll get a girlfriend, get married, have kids, or finally “figure it out.” But I’m realizing maybe I don’t need to live life the way everyone else says I should. Between those moments and small reminders like helping a stranger or hearing from a client after surgery. I’m starting to see that what really matters isn’t checking boxes. It’s living in a way that makes you feel alive, even if no one else gets it.

I wish I could say I’ve figured it out, but I haven’t. I’m still slipping into the same old habits, still fighting the same thoughts, still trying not to run from myself. This episode isn’t about winning. It’s just me being honest, sitting here trying to do a little better than I did yesterday, even if it’s just by a small step.

I messed up again. And it hurts. But I’m starting to think maybe all of the fear, the mistakes, the losses is meant to be. Maybe this is how I learn. This episode isn’t about lessons or advice. It’s just me sitting in my car, letting it out, trying to make sense of the mess I created, and convincing myself that I’ll try again tomorrow.

This episode isn’t deep or inspirational. It’s just me sitting outside on my last day in San Francisco, thinking about how rare real friendship is. The kind that shows up for you, not with big words but with small actions. These past two days reminded me what it feels like to belong again and I don’t ever want to take that feeling for granted.

I’m sitting on a hill in San Francisco, surrounded by old friends, realizing how far life has taken me. This episode isn’t about inspiration or advice, it’s just me reflecting on where I came from, the struggles that shaped me, and the quiet gratitude of finally feeling alive, even in the middle of uncertainty.

Sitting by the beach, watching the fog, the waves, the people and realizing again that the journey, not the destination, is what makes life beautiful. We spend so much time chasing “the next thing” that we forget how much peace lives in the middle of it all. Maybe happiness isn’t waiting at the end. Maybe it’s right here, in the pause.

Woke up feeling stuck again. I’m tired, unmotivated, and overthinking everything. But somewhere in the middle of all this, I realized maybe the only way out is to stop doing the easy things, stop escaping, and just get up. Clean the room. Go to the gym. Do something hard. Because staying stuck hurts more than trying.

It’s one of those nights where life just humbles you. I froze up again. Couldn’t say a word. Drove home feeling stupid, disappointed, and small. I’m not proud of it, but it’s real. Maybe you’ve been there too, when fear wins and you’re just tired of losing to it.

It’s 4 a.m., and I can’t sleep again. My mind’s scattered. Love, money, purpose, family. All tangled up. I don’t have the answers, but maybe it’s time to stop chasing them. Maybe it’s time to ask the only question that matters: do I love myself enough to let go?