One of my cousins came out as a lesbian recently. She has never been all that humble. Everyone is trying to figure out what that means for her children. I gave my aunt a little advice based on the trials of my childhood, but they were unique circumstances.

I’ve always thought about what my father must have been like when he was younger, happy and alive. Sort of like the father in field of dreams. Lately I’ve been thinking about my mother and her sisters, and all they’ve been through. Life is so long. I talked to an old friend from middle school recently who has moved back home. She said being around the school has really reconnected her to those times.

I’ve been dirt biking this weekend. It’s been fun. If I wasn’t at my mom’s house right now posting from my phone I would say more.

I took inventory of my dating history recently, recapping how each relation has changed me. I continue to think a lot about the perfect relationships where I just wasn’t happy and the failed ones where I was. I seems hopeless, but I don’t feel that way. I just go on living.