This is my journal entry from November 7, 2025, part of my daily autobiography Divorce Day — my real, unedited days, published in order.
A tennis partner and I played two and a half hours of singles tennis today at the tennis club, and it was one of the best workouts I’ve ever had. He took the first set from me 6–3 without much trouble. Then something shifted. I warmed up, settled in, and he started to spiral. I jumped out to a 5–1 lead in the second set, feeling confident and loose. He clawed his way all the way back to 6–5, and I managed to hold to force a tiebreaker, which I won by the narrowest margin. He asked whether we should play another tiebreaker to finish it or go for a full third set. He said he could handle a third, so I said let’s do it. We traded games evenly until it was 4–4, and then he took the final two. Even with the loss, I played some of the best tennis of my life, and I felt genuinely proud of how far I’ve progressed. A few lessons and a small mindset shift have completely changed how much fun I’m having on the court.
After tennis, I went home and then headed to yoga for a deep stretch, which felt perfect after that kind of physical effort. From there, it was straight to pick up the kids from school and then off to my meeting as usual. I wrote afterward and then headed to the a local spiritual community kirtan ceremony. They’d done a little kirtan at the Halloween party, but this was a full event. I brought my table and a wide spread of books—ChatGPT for President, Is Bitcoin One Big Lie?, The Kind Divorce, Sober Through Separation, and several older titles too. The table looked impressive, not even all my books, but enough to tell a story. Almost immediately, people started coming up to talk. I gave away several copies, mostly I Was Famous on the Internet, but I was surprised to see people picking up older books I published nine years ago, like 28 Strategies to Have More Peace and Love in Your Life. It reinforced something I already suspected: the more books I have, the more entry points people find into my work.
The kirtan itself involved a lot of chanting—short mantras repeated again and again. I tried singing a bit, but mostly I wanted to sit and rest. I let the sound and energy wash over me, and during the third chanting session, I had a good cry. For dinner, I had pumpkin bites from one of the vendors. I felt like a high roller dropping $40 on hot cocoa, a juice, and eight pumpkin bites, plus a $10 tip. I love how cheap life can feel when you don’t stress about small amounts of money. You can live richly without much effort. I had several good conversations throughout the night, ending with one woman who was very pretty but didn’t seem especially interested in talking to me.
I’ve been back on the dating apps today too, still trying to find a formula that brings the right kind of matches without endless, pointless swiping. I called my mom on the way home. When I finally got back, after all the stimulation of the day, I felt the pull to wind down in my own way and close out the night quietly. Everything feels a bit all over the place right now, but I can tell I’m in a period of exploration, and for now, I’m letting that be what it is.
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