My therapist ghosted me, overwhelmed with finals for school, practicum interviews, and distance learning with daughter, figuring out where I should live, relationship, mortality. 

Daughter and baby mama have Covid 19...no biggie, happy with how new relationship is shaping up, found a reading hack for school.

Began therapy for my school hours with a clinical psychologist via FaceTime, challenges with the ex-wife and her wanting to move 3 hours away, things going well with the new funny gal, last entry for 2020 which was the year of...well no words to describe 2020. 

Thanksgiving Day, a nascent relationship on the horizon quite possibly, the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return, and dealing with a full plate.

RIP cousin Warnell Junious. Moving on up to the east side to the deluxe apartment in the sky. The King decides to park his chariot in his castle. Also, a whole lot of mumbo jumbo and current thoughts in my life.

After finishing my first week in the Clinical Psychology program that I originally was afraid of, I wanted to give the feedback of my experience.

Decided to switch doctoral programs at the 11 hour from a Depth Psychology Ph.D. to a Clinical Psychology Ph.D. in order to become a licensed Clinical Psychologist.

Officially done with 1st year of doctorate program, bought my first pair of rollerblades and went out clumsily on the boardwalk, RIP to my amazing cousin Mark Spencer.

Jump Daddy! Keep on jumping 'til the waves stop, closed down my podcast Mr. Straight Face & Friends, Phd program and dissertation research paper due so health and coaching wellness log hrs have to wait, and the meaning of life.

All moved in to my new place on the beach, 8 minutes 46 seconds RIP George Floyd, Ocean Walk Therapy, first client over the phone, inspired by the beach and getting back into shape after things are slowly re-opening from Covid19 lockdown, feeling grateful.