Septembering

Hey! It's my birthday month! I'm always really happy in September because of its coolness, its calmness, its slanty sunshine and crisp nights, plus the likelihood of cupcakes coming my way toward the end of the month.

Already this September I've gotten on and off planes, eaten the best deep-dish pizza of my young life, drank beer mixed with kambucha for the first time (tart! boozy!), and watched the fog roll in over San Francisco Bay. I think it bodes well for the year to come—but the future's unwritten, right?

Anyway, peeps who know me know that this past year's been wild—the wildest, actually. Some shit sucked. Some shit ruled. A lot of shit changed ... I'm alive, though, ain't I?! See, there's always hope, for me and for you.