At the end of 2025, while everyone was making New Year’s resolutions, I decided I wanted to make a simple bucket list for 2026 instead. Nothing extreme. Nothing life-altering. Just small things that made me feel alive. One of them was: Jump into the ocean once a month.

Sometimes nothing changes externally at all. The rock is still the same rock. The moment is still the same moment. The person is still the same person. But suddenly… you see it differently.

Back in early 2025, I was driving up a hill in Pacifica — one of those places where I always seem to get sudden intuitive “downloads” of ideas. Out of nowhere, this thought dropped into my mind: Create the journals you wish already existed. At the time, I had all these different thoughts, experiences, dreams, synchronicities, and ideas floating around with nowhere that felt right to put them. I’d buy random journals, use them for a few weeks, abandon them, then repeat the