Patch Note 24.090525

A nightmare is just a fear that you will not live to see your dreams

Been sleeping a little more. Sleeping on my drive, my health, and the problems that I avoid like the plague. My mental has been in the drain as of late. Trying to pinpoint where it is coming from. Perhaps it is the season I am in or the company I keep.

I am starting to realize it is better to keep your mouth shut and your opinions to yourself. That is the difference between pilots and passengers. They parse what they say in order to appease the masses. I choose to keep my integrity because trading it for being liked is invaluable.

Life offers its own feedback:

Off the cuff... | 9.05.25

El lenguaje del amor propio

Lately, I’ve been confronting the lies I tell myself—chief among them, that I can simply outwork my demons. Burnout has been my formula: push until empty, rest just enough to crawl back to baseline, repeat. A conversation—and a girl—made me rethink how I want to be treated, by others and by myself. I’m realizing words of affirmation matter because I rarely give them to myself. The tiny wins, the quiet validations, they’re fuel. If I can learn to rest, appreciate, and repair my own code, maybe the bigger dreams won’t feel so far out of reach.

Off the cuff... | 8.29.25

Falling down the stairs

Some mornings feel like failure before they even begin. I hit snooze, stumble out the door with my dog, and stare at my reflection in the river—reminded of promises I’ve broken to myself. The days blur into to-do lists, endless meetings, and a creeping sense of lateness to nothing. But then Tuesday nights come. On the court, in rhythm with my friends, I feel alive again. Last week, that joy collided with reality when we stumbled on a bike accident. One moment ordinary, the next unforgettable—like falling down the stairs of life. You never know what’s waiting.