It’s a classic work life diaries kind of week: I’m coming home from work at almost 9 p.m., fully tired, a little sleep deprived, and honestly just mentally overloaded. But I had the biggest craving for a real chocolate chip cookie—not the thin crispy Tate’s situation—so I made fresh, gooey homemade cookies as my little de-stress ritual. Baking is one of the few things that can make my stress disappear (temporarily), and I’m leaning into all the cozy fall energy, down to jasmine tea and my coworker’s stretchy corgi from London because he thinks I stress too much. Then it’s straight into my social season: heading to an event after work, dealing with mic/audio chaos while filming with friends, and doing very NYC weekend things—like a birthday 5K run out of LIC and getting swept up in the New York City Marathon day crowds in Williamsburg. I hate crowds, but I love showing up for my friends, and the energy that day was genuinely unbeatable. To close it out, it’s my birthday: getting a little more dolled up for work headshots, wearing a mossy green and brown outfit combo that feels like nature, and keeping my birthday low-key at the office because I’m pretty private at work. At night, my girlfriends come over to cook for me, and I’m saving the bigger celebration for the weekend—planned by my sisters this year—because apparently last year “sucked” and they’re not letting that happen again.