You Can Create Sacred Friendships by Making a Commitment to Help Each Other Grow

And underneath that:
Stop waiting for people to prove they deserve your attention. Pick someone worth investing in and show up consistently.

I liked that.

Not because I think I should give more of myself to everyone.

I’m learning that I probably shouldn’t.

But maybe the point is to choose carefully.

And then, when someone matters, actually show up.

Remember things.
Ask questions.

Care.

Let them care back.
Help each other grow.

That sounds simple enough.

My morning started quietly.

I woke up around 7, checked my phone, and for once there was nothing particularly urgent waiting for me.

I thought about playing one game just to help myself fall asleep again.

Then I looked at my battery.

7%.

Apparently I had forgotten to charge my phone last night.

Classic me.

So instead of playing anything, I rolled over and went back to sleep.

Before I get into the rest of today though, there is something from yesterday I want to remember.

Before Jamie left, I asked him for advice.

He told me that while I’m still young, I shouldn’t be afraid to move from company to company.

Look for somewhere better.
Take opportunities when they appear.

Even if another company pays less, sometimes the experience you gain can be more valuable for the future.

And if I ever get the opportunity to move somewhere else, don’t be too afraid to take it.

That was Jamie’s advice.

What I took from it was something slightly different.

Maybe don’t get so attached to the people in a company that you become afraid to leave the company itself.

I don’t know if that is exactly what Jamie meant.

But that is how it landed for me.

And honestly, the timing was strange.

Because less than a day later, I found myself seriously thinking about leaving Rosie’s.

I woke up again around 10 because Dylan had to open.

He has already been late twice, and our Assistant Business Leader has been on his ass about it.

So, as a responsible “friend” cum manager, apparently I had a new job.

Wake Dylan up.

Make sure Dylan showers.
Make sure Dylan gets into his Uber.
Make sure Dylan actually arrives at work.

Beautiful.

That was my morning.

Once Dylan was finally on his way, I properly checked my phone.

That was probably a mistake.

I saw something that genuinely pissed me off and dragged my mood down almost immediately.

I’m not going to write what it was here.
That can stay in my private notes.

But whatever I saw pushed a thought I had already been having much harder.

I am seriously considering leaving Rosie’s.

Not impulsively.

I’m not going to wake up angry one morning, throw everything away, and hope for the best.

I don’t want to fuck this up.

So instead of reacting, I started planning.

Properly.

What comes next.
What I need.

What I would need to prepare.
What I should do before making any move.

The actual plan can stay private too.

Some things don’t need to live on this blog.

After that, I spent most of the morning in the living room.

Talking to Lucas about Courtney’s housewarming party.

Watching iPhone 18 Pro reviews.

Then, once I had consumed enough opinions about phones, I moved on to live concert performances.

Slayyyter.
Lady Gaga.

Very calm.
Very normal.

Definitely not sitting under a blanket while quietly planning a possible major career change.

At one point, Lucas got a call from Courtney asking him to buy something for the party.

He needed to go to the supermarket.

I, meanwhile, was far too comfortable on the couch under a blanket.

So I told him to wake me up when he got back.

Then I’d get ready.

Lucas didn’t even get the chance.

Joseph and Chels arrived first and woke me up.

They were coming to Courtney’s too, and we were all going together in Lucas’s car.

Fine.
Message received.

Time to get ready.

The rest of the evening was pretty simple.

We got to Courtney’s.

Ate.
Drank.

Played games.
Had fun.

But something happened that really pissed me off.

I’m not going to write that here either.

If I ever read this again, I’ll probably remember.

And if I don’t?

Maybe there is a reason I allowed myself to forget.

I was rostered to DJ at Rosie’s Viaduct from 9 to 12, so around 8:30 I left Courtney’s and got an Uber into town.

Almost $30.

Responsibilities are responsibilities.

I just hope James honours our agreement about my DJ hours this week because genuinely, I am on my last straw.

And yes, I only used one straw for all my drinks at Courtney’s.

Very sustainable breakdown.

I got to Rosie’s.

The vibe was dead.

I had a feeling immediately that I wasn’t going to be playing until midnight.

Still, I started my set.

And honestly?
I wasn’t feeling anything.

Normally, when I DJ, everything is built on feeling.

I care about where the room is.
Where I want to take it.

What the song before this one did.
What the next one should do.

Tonight there was none of that.

I was pissed off with everything.
And everyone.

So I just played songs.

One after another.

No feeling.
No real thought.

At some points, I barely even knew what I was playing.

I just knew music was coming out of the speakers.

And I kept looking for Dylan.

I was a little disappointed when I didn’t see him.

But he had finished at 8.

Fair enough.

He had been doing a lot lately.

He was tired.

And yesterday he had dropped a keg on his leg.

He deserved to go home.

So I kept playing.

Tried my best.

Then somewhere around 9:30 or 10, I saw him.

And the second he came near me, I just started crying.

I told him little pieces of why I was upset.

Not everything.

I was still working.

I still had to be professional.

So when he tried to get the whole story out of me, I asked him to wait.

I played his favourite song instead.

Emily came over too.

I told her I was a bit off, but I didn’t want to talk about it.

And Emily being Emily, she didn’t push.

She just asked if I wanted tacos.

Told me that if I needed something to eat, I should ask and she’d sort something out for me.

Honestly, that is one of the finest kinds of friendship.

Not pushing further than necessary.

Just enough to let you know:
I’m here.

Around 10:30, I was asked to cut the music because the venue was closing.

So my suspicion had been right.

I had paid nearly $30 to get there.

Played for roughly an hour and a half.

And financially?
Terrible decision.

Emotionally?
Also not exactly a bargain.

There were still a few people and groups trying to come in for drinks, but they were being turned away.

Closing was closing.

And apparently that was the end of my set too.

Once I finished work, Dylan really wanted to talk.

He was worried.

Properly worried.

Maybe I had said something earlier that a friend really doesn’t want to hear.
Maybe I said something I shouldn’t have.

Either way, he wasn’t going to just leave it there.

So I sat down with him.

Started explaining how I felt.

And immediately became uncomfortable.

Maybe he could tell.

Because eventually he asked if I wanted to talk somewhere else.

Somewhere more private.

Classic me decided the obvious answer was:

AA.

Talk over a drink.

Because apparently that is where serious emotional conversations go now.

So we went.

Sat down.

And I poured everything out.

All of it.

Looking back at it now, part of me wonders if that was unfair to Dylan.

My personal problems can affect him too.

Just like his personal problems have affected me before.

Care doesn’t happen in isolation.

What one person carries can spill into another.

But he told me not to worry about it.

And I trust him.

He is calm.

I just hope whatever I told him tonight doesn’t sit too heavily in the back of his mind.

I told him I really didn’t want to go home.

I wanted to stay at his.

He said that was fine.

No drama.
No interrogation.

Just:
fine.

So we got on the bus and went back to his place.

Now I’m here.

Anime on.

Another drink in my hand.

I don’t know why he gave it to me.

Maybe he thought I needed to relax.
Maybe he was just being hospitable.

Maybe it meant nothing beyond:
here, have this.

I don’t need to decide what it meant.

And maybe that is where today’s Co–Star message actually makes sense.

Sacred friendship.

That sounds dramatic.

But maybe it isn’t.

Maybe it looks like Emily offering tacos instead of forcing a conversation.

Maybe it looks like Dylan asking hard questions because he can tell something is wrong.

Maybe it looks like being honest enough to tell someone:
I don’t want to go home tonight.

And them making space for you.

Maybe helping each other grow does not always look like advice.

Sometimes it is boundaries.
Sometimes it is patience.

Sometimes it is food.
Sometimes it is asking.

Sometimes it is knowing when not to ask.
Sometimes it is just sitting beside someone while their life feels heavier than usual.

I’m going to stop writing now.

I’ve thought enough for one day.

Tonight, I just want to watch anime.

Sleep.

Let myself be looked after for a little while.

The rest can wait until tomorrow.