The friends you have right now are the main characters in your future nostalgia. Treat them well.

The people who mildly annoy you on a Thursday are the ones who turn up in every good story you tell at twenty five. Right now they are just who happens to be around. Later they become the cast, and the ordinary afternoons get remembered as the best part of it. That promotion arrives without any warning.

Treat the group you have as though it already matters, because it does. Send the kind of sentence you would say in a toast, in a normal text, this week. Be the one who makes the plan rather than waiting to be included in somebody else’s.