I like finding accidental definitions of my life.

One of the most apt summations is my “Favorites” call list on my phone. I have only three numbers starred — my wife, my main freelance client, and my go-to takeout restaurant.

“Wife! Money! Tacos!” It makes a superb rallying cry.

Perhaps having only three starred numbers is a sign of a small life, but in my defense, my dogs don’t have cell phones (yet).

Spotify playlists make for horrible self-assessments. My ears are shameless.