Today is not the first time my eldest has asked me about meaning and contentment in life, and it probably won’t be the last. He’s approaching eighteen and finds his workload increasing and free time decreasing, so he’s starting to grapple with the things we grapple with as adults. And since I don’t have all the answers myself it can be hard to provide the words he needs to hear. But I do my best and tell him it’s mostly in the doing but we also need ways to find it in the being, and he seems to feel better.

Films watched in winter:

The Bourne Identity
Mad Max: Fury Road
Galveston
The World’s End
Life Itself
The Girl on the Train
Deadwood
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
Pan’s Labyrinth
Dirty Rotten Scoundrels
Hereditary
Choke
Amy
Battlestar Galactica
The Matrix
The Final Quarter
Heat
Reservoir Dogs
Payback

Mildly traumatized after starting the spring clean with my teenager’s room. I’m not sure how he manages to get food on the wall.