Before heading back to New York I was lucky enough to catch up with some old friends and if I didn’t write about things like this I may have missed the symbolic nature of this experience.
Yesterday Dylan, Jake, and I accompanied by there girlfriends went for a little Sunday skate session.
Despite the ridiculous temperatures and humidity so dense you could almost chew on it, this action seemed all too familiar.
We all met at a skatepark when we were little kids and no matter the temperature back then we didn’t let it stop us, so hanging out this way after not seeing each other for some time felt like picking up a book and starting right at my favorite chapter.

That’s a huge part of why I loved growing up with my friends, there was never an excuse as to why we couldn’t do something. The weather was never a valid reason to stop us unless there was a hurricane.
The conversations are also what make these friendships so interesting to me because they are always focused on growth.
You will never find a topic that is off-limits with these people and with how easily people are offended these days it is a refreshing change to not have to worry about looking like a fool.

After we skated we went for some sushi at our favorite sushi spot (Singo Sushi) where the unscripted conversations seem to flow out as naturally as the beers did.
All of this really puts life and happiness so into perspective to me that I really question why I ever let myself muddy it up.

A little movement, a community, a full belly, and good conversation makes life a hell of a lot more enjoyable.
I hope everyone had a great Sunday yesterday.

All the best,
Atticus