Very occasionally (but clearly often enough for me to write about it), I have this dreadful thought: my friends must f*ckin’ hate me.

Lately, I’ve been extra considerate with the 24 hours I have in a day. Less scrolling, more talking. Less screen time, more reading. Less sitting, more dancing.

I wasn’t sure how to react to the fatal hate crimes that occurred just this week against the #AAPI community. The first thing I did was text my Lola.

Insert yourself authentically and wholeheartedly into situations so that you — the real and undivided you — can reap the benefits.

Time is my favorite thing in the world. It doesn’t matter who you are, what you do, or how you live. You have 24 hours in a day. And even better, you can’t buy time. Every individual has equitable access to the 1,440 minutes in a day.

What a limiting question that is. To think I know who I’ll be in 5 years? It’d be brave of me to assume I know who I’ll be even a year from now.

Set goals, dedicate yourself to commitments, accept failures in a positive way, and remember that you are the most you version of yourself today. Give yourself some credit for this lifetime of growth so far.