Time is the one thing we spend every day without knowing how much we have left. In this entry, Logan wrestles with the fear of wasting it—not because he doesn't appreciate his life, but because he appreciates it so deeply that he wants to make every minute count. Between unfinished tasks, packed calendars, mindless scrolling, family, Rising Valor, and the looming reality of turning 30, this becomes a reflection on purpose, presence, and what it really means to spend a life well.

What begins as a reflection on gratitude quickly devolves into a deeply serious investigation into some missing Harbor Freight tools. Between a painful back, cramping hands, a miraculous blue stress ball, and the philosophical question of how anyone could possibly lose a foot-long yellow funnel, I arrived at one unavoidable conclusion: I probably forgot the bag at the store.

What began as a few videos has grown into something much bigger. In this week's journal, I reflect on the conversations, opportunities, and people who continue to shape the mission behind Rising Valor.

This week, I’ve realized how powerful honesty really is. One person speaking up can create space for someone else to finally feel seen, heard, and not alone.

It’s easy to complain about problems… even the ones we’re lucky to have. The harder work is training your mind to see them differently.

As scary as it is to walk away from steady income and security, I feel that this is the right choice. Not only that, but trust in myself that I will find a way to make things happen.

Not to blow my own horn, but my therapist said I’m one of the most open, and vulnerable clients they’ve had.

This isn’t the best depression because all of a sudden I like being down, or that it’s any easier than it was before. It’s the best for me this time because I know it’s not who I am. I’m not someone who has depression. I’m someone experiencing depression.

Some weeks test your patience more than others. This one definitely did. Things haven’t gone perfectly, but even the struggles are a privilege — and right now I’m somewhere between not great and deeply grateful.

Typing on this old typewriter just hits different — even with its “vintage” smell and all. This weekly journal is my way of pulling back the curtain on the work I’m pouring my heart into and sharing the process along the way. I’ve been journaling daily for a year now, and it’s become a ritual I genuinely look forward to every single day.