🎤 Mike Check, Porch Goals, and Grill Boss Energy — Friday’s Forecast: Slightly Chaotic with a 100% Chance of Vibing

The Friday Fizz:

Woke up today with that “try me, universe” energy — coffee in one hand, ambition in the other, and a suitcase somewhere I still need to pack. Why? Because Wilmington’s calling and Mike is waiting. Not just any Mike. The Mike. Yes, concert. Yes, meet & greet. Yes, I’m about to black out from excitement and heat stroke, probably.

My brother Chase is riding shotgun on this chaotic caravan, and Liz, my ride-or-die in recent days, is meeting me there. She’s been through a heartbreakingly rough season — her mom was taken way too soon — so this weekend is less “girls trip” and more soul hug with a side of live music. Grief is a heavy bag to carry, but we’re making room for healing, hugs, and a little harmless heckling of each other’s outfit choices.

Nighttime Shenanigans… TBD?

As for tonight...there might be a visitor. They’re new-new. Mysterious. Let’s call them “Plot Twist” for now. Are they coming over? Are they a mirage? WHO KNOWS. What I do know is the dogs are judging me and I’m stress-cleaning the living room & bathroom just in case.

A New House?! Who Dis?

Big news dropped like it was hot: my house closing is officially set for June 27th! Which means I’m trading in my 4-bedroom chaos kingdom for a charming two-bedroom with a big ol’ porch perfect for sunset sippin’, and a two-car garage where I’ll probably hang out more than any respectable adult should.

The vibe? Cottagecore meets "don’t talk to me until I’ve had coffee and pet the dogs." Oh, and I can already see the 4th of July at Fort Monroe—fireworks with Thomas, Celeste, my parents, and Chase—full belly, full heart, and probably one too many plates of pasta salad. USA, but make it laid-back luxury.

Still STS’ing

I’ve extended my time at STS (Special Tactical Services) for another six months—because when you’re buying a house, you keep your mysterious job and hope no one asks too many questions. The only downside? Reconciliations. The financial kind. The real villain in my life story. They’re tedious, repetitive, and somehow still manage to surprise me like a bad blind date.

Shout Out to Modern Medicine 💊

Let’s not skip over the biggest plot twist of all: I’m happy. Like… actually content. And yes, I owe part of that to a well-balanced med cocktail and a sprinkle of “you only live once, so make it unhinged but in a cute way” mentality. The difference? I’m not just surviving anymore — I’m booking concerts, buying houses, grilling with family, and catching feelings for people who text back on time.

Food for Thought 🍴

You ever realize you’re actually living the life you used to daydream about? Not every detail is perfect, but the vibe is finally matching the vision.

So here’s the question I’m tossing your way like a frisbee at Fort Monroe:

Are you still apologizing for being happy, or are you finally giving yourself permission to enjoy the dang thing?