2018 saw the most devastating and damaging California wildfires in history. It was crazy, and grimly ironic, that both the poor and the rich were left fleeing their homes as “Paradise” was hit.

I heard someone say something earlier tonight that stuck with me.

I’m celebrating 8 years of recovery today. Eight years since I hit the reset button on the trajectory of my life. And I couldn’t be more grateful. For several reasons.

Perhaps the most important reason being that not only am I alive today, but I also want to be

It’s a letter from the falling bomb that destroyed a boy’s family home, forcing his family into a life as refugees in Syria. It’s really beautiful and I definitely suggest you give it a read.

When I can come to full terms with my own humanity—that I’m imperfect and just doing the best I can with what I’ve got—I can also extend that to others and accept their humanity. And with that, accept that sometimes, they may even cause me pain.

This is just a beautiful song. It speaks to me in that, whether you're just getting by, whether you're hurting, or even if you're having the time of your life, you're lucky just to be.

There’s' something about catching the moon rising. When it’s big and bright and red. You feel like it’s a big sign out there, just for you. Saying, ‘I’m here, I’m here.’

There are ceremonial gatherings where we all get together and acknowledge how tight-knitted we are and how alike we think.

Those gatherings tend to be at the supermarket on the day before Christmas Eve.

My brother is a big gamer dude. He’s always liked video games, and these days he’s pretty serious about it. He streams online and has a community of other gamers that he streams with for up to 50 hours/week. My natural response is one that minimizes the meaning of the whole thing and tends to judge it as wasted time. But tonight I popped in on his page and saw that he was streaming live, so I poked around and listened for a bit.

A homeless guy approached me recently to ask for some money:“Do you have any change, miss? I’m just trying to make it.”

Man. We’re not that different, are we? I’m just trying to make it too.

Luca is my dog. I think she’s here to teach me about love. She definitely sees in me something I don’t see in myself, and I know that because she loves me more than is even comfortable for me to fully take in.

Have you ever been talking to a friend about something you read or someone you heard about, but you can’t remember the person’s name? You have enough of a vague idea of how it sounded, and you might mumble through two or three variations before the other person gets what you were trying to say, and fills in the blank with the name, leading to a sigh of relief on your part!

If you go into a casino and you’re expecting to hit a jackpot, you’re likely going to be very disappointed.

But the reality is, this has been an itch that won’t go away. And I know better than to try to outsmart my gut. It always comes back to get you in one way or another. Or, maybe not so much to get you, but more like a persistent child who simply will not stop tugging on your jacket until you acknowledge her.

Thoughts on Chuck Lorre’s Vanity #378 card.

Maybe the key is to go through as much of life as possible, with your mind already made up about as little as possible.

I've always said that I wanted to plan my funeral, and I don't mean it to sound grim, but it's kind of exciting. So I went to a random stranger’s funeral instead.

I work 8:30 am to 5:00 pm, Monday through Friday. It's pretty much exactly the type of job I always said I didn't want to end up in: in an office staring at a computer for the whole day.