Not sure when I became the kind of person that turns off alarms.

Just basketball.

Clean rugs in the car.

It is already so warm. I am only sitting in the shade and reading and I can feel a thin line of perspiration forming along my hairline.

The things you hear with four teenage boys in the car.

I tell them that some of them have the right idea. The sooner they start dating and breaking up, the sooner they run out of girls to choose from. It’s a small pool.

We sit in the car between each game for the air conditioning.

What’s admirable is that the boys never give up.

But when the season starts, it’s going to feel so easy compared to what they experienced in this summer league.

I delete Instagram from my phone and think again about what I really want this life to feel and look like. What would be a better use of my time?