LOFTY THOUGHTS I go out on Saturday nights and live my best life until it hits midnight, and then I’m like, “Gotta go home.” I wake up around 9 in my studio’s loft, in what has been deemed “the mezz.” My girlfriend came up with it, and my mom laughed when she heard it, so it’s become this joke among the three of us.

I rise from the mezz and make a little breakfast for myself. I’m not great at stocking the kitchen, but I do like to treat myself to some nice bread, so if I have any left from the week, I’ll slice a piece and toast it up, put on some butter, and I’m very happy. I take my warm buttery toast to my desk to squeeze in a little work before I start my adventure day.

A LEADER REFLECTS I hop on my single-speed bike, which is bad for my knees but so good for my brand. I cut through Fort Greene Park, and stop to watch the people play tennis. I was M.V.P. of my high school tennis team, but my coach made it very clear to me, and the entire assembly where it was presented, that it was not for my tennis skills but for my leadership skills. So, I like to watch people play and, you know, remember that.