This is my journal entry from January 23, 2026 — my real, unedited day, shared just as it happened.
Man, I'm getting behind on these diaries. I hope I can catch up someday. But as long as I record them, there's always time to go back and handle them, right? I went to work polishing the open letter this morning, getting together a draft that I feel is really good. Went to do yoga again with a yoga instructor teaching again at the Power Flow this morning at my yoga studio. Damn, there's this girl so hot in front of me again. I remember her from there. So I put out all my loving vibes and I start to feel really playful. So I'm fucking around as much as you can imagine. Like I'm jumping in Warrior 3. I'm putting my arms in different positions. I'm intentionally doing the Warrior 2s the opposite direction. I'm just having a great time sweating my ass off and I'm glad my body feels so good. I think that's a sign of success is to be born 41 years ago and to still be playful as hell and in shape. Like, that feels alive. That feels awesome. I, of course, was trying to fucking peacock for the girl in front of me and anybody else to show off how different I am, right? Because your boy's definitely different.
At the end of the class, I walk out and the girl that was right in front of me that's so, like, a perfect 10, she has a hubcap missing from the back tire on her car. I haven't said anything yet to her, although I've, you know, enjoyed my time looking at her. I holler out, hey, you're missing a hubcap there. She starts stuttering and stammering, saying that, no, she's not. Oh, yeah, she is, but she has it, but it's in her car. I'm like, what's up with this right now? Is she nervous to talk to me or flustered or what the fuck's going on? I figured that would be a one word answer, but maybe there will be more revealed next time.
I get home, but not before going to a local health-food store to spend the $10 off coupon my ex-wife got for me. Instead of just getting $50 of shit to make the minimum purchase, I somehow get $100 of stuff, but it's only $96. I don't find the credit card I've been using for 0% interest in my wallet, but I don't panic. I figure it's probably in the car and fell out of a pocket somewhere. No big deal. Got my shit together, right? I buy a bunch of stuff with healthy ingredients, grabbing some bean pastas for the kids, a $16 jar of olive oil artichokes from Italy. God damn, those are good. Those things, I have three of them in the fucking parking lot because I'm so ready. Yes, I could have got a jar full of cheap-ass artichokes for $5, but fuck it. We're going to get the $16 ones from Italy that don't have all the other shit in them and taste delicious. I check out, get home, throw my salad together. And get ready to crank letters out because my guy is going to start delivering tomorrow. And I need at least 300 ready for this guy.
I've got the one page letter. Absolutely solid. I run it through Gemini, multiple chat GPT chats, send it to people, get feedback on it. And this letter is fucking solid. Let's go print up a bunch more of them. Start stuffing letters. And I'm listening to this book called Mob Boss. Really interesting and talks about the life of a guy that was the highest informant ever for the mob. So I'm really enjoying it and I'm rolling through it. I go to pick my son up from school. My daughter was away for the day. I unlocked her watch from school mode in the morning, which she was grateful for. I pick my son up and bring him home to my house. Then we go to the park with a soccer ball and a football. We're having so much fun just talking and walking and looking for the ball. And we find the kickball that my son lost. I actually see it, which feels great. It's next to another ball somebody else lost, which I saw that ball first. But then I see my son's ball washed up right next to it. Meanwhile my son's bound and determined to get in the lake, which I don't think you're supposed to do, but I encourage him to at least take his shoes off. After a while he's sliding down on this steep ledge, finally gets his feet in, walks around, puts a couple of sticks on lily pads and I sit there appreciating how playful he is and how much I love that about him and how grateful I am for this time with my son. I say hi to a bunch of people walking by and we go to the bigger section at the north end of the park to kick the soccer ball around. I pick a couple of trees as goalposts and my son tries to kick the ball by me. We have fun doing that for 20 or 30 minutes while I work on my face tan in the sun.
Then we go back home, head over to my ex-wife's house for soccer. I get there, pet the dogs and have a little bit of food. Grab a toilet paper roll from my ex-wife because the TP I ordered hasn't arrived yet and I'm down to like 10 squares. I'm going to have to spray my ass or something or use the paper towel that arrived yesterday and then throw it in the trash. Hopefully we'll get the 48 fucking rolls of toilet paper I ordered should come today. I have a nice little chat with my ex-wife starting at her house and we bring my son to soccer and we really enjoy our time catching up, talking about the changes in my ex-wife's life. And how we're grateful for our marriage. My ex-wife says one of the best analogies that helped her in seeing the value of the divorce came from her Master Gardener program. Where in Master Gardener, they talk about how if the plant, the most important thing is that you plant the plant in the right place. And she, a lot of people use the analogy to grow where you're planted. If you put a plant in the wrong area in terms of not getting its sun or an ineffective area, it's not going to grow. The easiest solution is to put the plant in a different area. Plant the plant in a different area. And my ex-wife said that's how she saw our marriage, is that we both needed to be replanted so that we could grow properly. And I'm feeling that today.
Also reflect on that we're now both in the same place of both of us feel like we're not even going to bother with dating anybody unless it's awesome and it feels just right. And that feels good because I got enough stuff to do and I want to go nuts on my work. And I've already had a hot wife for 13 years, dated for 15, and I have a lot of work left to do. I got kids that I love and I want to spend time with. And I don't have any time to waste with someone that's not at least as exciting as my ex-wife was and as great of a partner as she still is in life even though we're divorced and we're not having sex anymore and we're not even doing, you know, no kissing or any of that, we do give each other hugs and tell each other we love each other and that's as far as it goes which is good for boundaries to not blur things. I have had some dreams, I had a dream that my ex-wife had started things with me. And I figure if it's going to happen, that's the only way it's going to happen. I already made it clear before that I was available, and in the interest of our friendship and co-parenting, I'm not going to go there anymore. And it would be more complicated if she wanted to also, because ideally, I'd like to find a second wife.
A friend's partner had discussed a manifestation practice on her Luminators podcast, writing down what you want to manifest. So today after showering before picking my son up, I wrote down three things on a piece of paper. One, my business, what I want to manifest there. Two, the second wife of my dreams in specific detail. Three, continuing my health and my relationships with family and friends and my ex-wife and the kids. And then I folded it up and put it in the trash. Maybe I'll start making that an everyday practice.
After going to my son's soccer, I go to an AA meeting and get all dressed up. I listen to the speaker. But at the same time, I've got my eyes set on the prize. And I'm not interested in anything less than that. Not interested in wasting time or just practicing or fooling around with girls that don't have exactly what I want to offer. Because the best way to find what I want is to have space for it. I'm not going to waste that space, so no thanks. Plus I'm not going out with anybody unless I feel that feeling of excitement I felt with a woman I had a crush on again or with my ex-wife or with the girl in AA. Like that, unless that feeling's there, is not happening. And I can tell you what my ex-wife and the girl in AA and that woman I had a crush on all had in common: they were all really attractive. That's what they all had in common. So it's hot or not, baby. Hot or nothing. We got work to do. We got money to make. Let's go.
After I went to the AA meeting, I drove home and took the scenic route. I was thinking about maybe taking a walk around a street nearby and just getting out tonight. But shit, I've already been out the park and I figured a drive would be a good halfway, you know, to take a little taste of it. I drove around, I'm going to see anything that makes me want to get out and walk. Plus I got letters to stuff. The guy that's going to do the letters is ready to come over tomorrow. He's ready to work. So I stuffed the shit out of at least 100 more letters. I've got at least 300 ready for him right now. And I may get some more ready tomorrow morning so that he has plenty that he can give out. I'm really excited. I feel like paying him $20 an hour is a steal instead of doing it myself because the main thing that is scarce for me is time. Like if I had 30 hours a day I'd already be hoofing these out there but I don't. I haven't even had time to catch up or finish my books since I moved and getting these letters out there has been a project, so twenty dollars an hour, I should easily be able to sell my time for hundreds of dollars an hour, if I can pay somebody twenty dollars an hour to eliminate work for me that's a steal so I'm definitely doing it.
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