It was a strange day. I can’t exactly pinpoint when the stars misaligned, but the first thing I did when I came home was grab a beer. I have never done that in my 30 years prior. Today felt like it should be that first day. It wasn’t any more stressful than the most stressful day. It was just a bit of a roller coaster, rising and falling like the patterns of a typical rainy Houston day. Definitely eventful. I managed to see my dad twice, which was ironically the highlight of my day.

So it is fitting that the fortune cookie my roommate left me fortuned me with, “You will have good luck in your personal affairs.”

Thus, I will press on. Set a new intention for tomorrow. Perhaps tomorrow warrants a different kind of beer. Or perhaps a whisky?