Just watched the Elizabeth Holmes documentary. I walked away not knowing what to think about the situation anymore. Reminded me how quickly our minds will accept a packaged narrative to avoid the pain of confusion and deciphering nuance in the face of incomplete information.

It was my dad's 49th birthday yesterday. What I appreciate about him: - he'd ask me all about my day and then before bed, he'd tell me stories with me as the main character that would incorporate all of the events and details. I didn't see it at the time but he was helping me process my emotions and build character. - took me on adventurous trips that were physically challenging and required risk taking, teaching me to embrace discomfort and take calculated risks - never judges me, making him someone I felt like I could share anything with - we've never been in a fight - encourages my constant questioning of everything (including him) - asks for my opinion first when I come for advice - taught me the importance of health at a young age It really is such a beautiful thing to have an extraordinary relationship with one's parent. My dad feels like my best friend. We can talk about anything or sit in silence. We can do any activity together or simply do nothing. Doesn't matter. Each other's company is more than enough. When you're lucky enough to have that kind of person in your life, hold onto them with everything you can. They are what makes life worth living.