Logbook - May 17, 2026

I was looking at a scar on my arm earlier. It has been there for years, looking like a burn, but honestly I don&rsquo;t remember how I got it. Today I&rsquo;m not afraid of getting burned; it wouldn&rsquo;t be rational to fear a normal bump in the road. Now I&rsquo;m taking a lot of leaps of faith. I&rsquo;m living.