I mean. Not only is she a stunner, but she’s also the perfect date. Tonight, she got to see me pressure cook, and was PLEASANTLY surprised by what happens to my entire person under such circumstance.

One of our conversation pieces was about apology. Because it takes courage to apologize.

My matrilineal seedo, who was so heavily involved in my upbringing after the divorce, one of his greatest pieces of advice was Don’t ever behave in a way that demands an apology. But if you do, then you apologize immediately, and with grace.

This is one of my rules of thumb. I have, in the past, younger and stupid, fucked up on colossal levels. I have always apologized immediately, and with serious contrition because I do not believe that we have the right to do harm to one another.

In discussing the seeking of forgiveness, it dawned on me just how much courage it takes to admit we fucked up. Because I know people who have left countries and been grateful for the passing of men in this dunya, that they might not face them and own their errors.

Except, don’t you remember? There is always a reckoning.

But yeah. Keep running. And when you come face-to-face with all of the things on The Day, let me know how all that running worked out for you, brother.

Today, I am grateful for:
1. Clean clothes.
2. Enough money to compete in retail therapy.
3. Having shoes on my feet.

Ottawa | Day 261 | August 18, 2019

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