I hope you’re living a life you’re proud of. The life you’d be happy to tell and share to your kids and grandchildren. The life you know you enjoyed. Even with the bits of embarrassing experiences, the good ones had always overweight them. The life with no regrets, just a life you know you can always remember.
And if one day you realize that you’re not living that life, I hope you find the strength to start all over again.
I think I maybe see you a little differently than you see yourself. Yes I see the person who fucked up, but I also see the person who saved me from being knifed over a giant-ass panda, who introduced me to psychotropic chocolate-chip cookies, who stood up for Joel, and who doesn’t make apologies for herself. Look, my theory is you can’t just avoid everybody you screw up with. And you should trust me, I’m a New Yorker.