Every day, I make sure to laugh. I have conversations with interesting people, and we talk about strange and wonderful ideas. I am always trying to look at people and really see them. I am thinking of the friends that I’m so lucky to have met, always.

Every day, I walk from one place to another and notice my footsteps. I flop down on the grass and look up through the tree branches, or stretch out on the floor and rest. I look up at the sky in the evening.

I notice the universe, and I am awestruck.

I look at art that makes my brain happy. I listen to music that makes my heart sing. I mostly read books that make me want to throw them across the room. I think messy and intricate and terrible thoughts all the time.

At home, I catch a hug from my mom or dad, in passing. I listen to my kid sister when she talks about her day.

I scratch the dog behind her ears, scritch the calico cat under her chin, and cuddle with my tabby for a while before I fall asleep.

I like it here.

I hope it’s a good night.