I was up most of the night last night working on a side project related to Chef. I woke up late, but spun up and got to work only a few minutes late in the end. While I wasn’t passing out from lack of sleep per se, I could tell I was tired. Why wasn’t I exhausted like one is from staying out to last call at a bar? Could it be doing shit that I love all night instead? Having figuratively seen the world, part of me wants only to stay up all night solving problems again.

Today was rather hectic, with a lunch meeting with a coworker, then running off to meet K for coffee before therapy. I’ve really enjoyed the couple of times we’ve had coffee and it’s reminding me the importance of that happening regularly. We talked for a while about approval in a way that made a lot of sense in regard to M which further solidifies my confidence and happiness in my current relationship status. K mentioned multiple times measuring the change in herself over years, so I of course when into my bit about life redeveloping biannually.

So here I am, awake again, back on the P, playing the olides and spinning up for another night.