Dirty Ass New York.

I don’t know when I started drinking this much coffee. Maybe it’s when I launched a business. Maybe it’s when I realized I’d have to run it mostly by myself. Or maybe it’s just what happens when your brain is always ten tabs deep and one espresso shot away from brilliance, or disaster.

Either way, here we are.

This space isn’t really about caffeine, though. It’s about the in-between parts. The mornings when everything feels possible and the nights when you wonder what on earth you’re doing. It’s about business and burnout and big feelings disguised as to-do lists. It’s about New York trains and D.C. kitchens and the moments that remind you you’re still here, still trying, still a little wired.

So pour something warm, sit down, and stay awhile. I’ll probably be over-caffeinated. But I promise to tell the truth.