It all started with those clothes right there on that couch right there. I woke up in my hotel yesterday morning, took a glimpse at the beautiful clothes I'd laid out for myself for the 3 days I'd be spending at Pitchfork, and was hit with an overwhelming wave of emotion. I started to cry. I wasn't crying because anything was wrong, though. I was crying because everything was right. It was at that moment that I was like, "Shit. How did I get to be so lucky?" I feel so SO grateful for everything that's happened to me; for everything I've done; for all of the beautiful people who surround me every day. I finally realized that there's really no need to ever worry about anything, ever, because when has anything ever not worked out? Never. It's never not worked out. Even if a situation doesn't end the way you'd wanted it to, it's always fine -- and sometimes it's even better. But it's not about the end. It's not about the outcome, ever. It's about right now, right this moment. And right now, right this moment, as I sit in my slightly dark hotel room with an unattractive ThinkPad in my lap and the taste of blue Gatorade on my tongue, I have everything I need.