I'm lying in bed. It's 6:30 AM. I just send a voice recording to Jack. And I'm happy.
I think my 22nd has taught me to stop focusing on the distant future and to just fully absorb the now before it becomes the distant past. I'm still a dreamer, but I'm one year less naive than 22, and I think, hope, know I'm better for it.
Things that make me smile:
"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."