Sincerely, Me
I’m thinking of designing notecards. Or just telling you about this delightful Kate Spade version that brings me joy.
My Wish for A Million Dreams
I know it's almost a new year because I've been waking up in the wee s'mas with so. many. ideas. Sometimes they hold up in the light of day. Sometimes they don't. The idea in this post could go either way. Let's see.
As you may have read, I booted a ton of angst in 2020 and let go of a really specific dream in the process: Getting a novel on bookshelves someday. It wasn't my only dream. It wasn't my first dream, either. It was just a dream. And maybe I haven't let it go forever. I'll decide that later.
I wish I hadn't worked so hard
It's one of the 5 Regrets of the Dying: I wish I hadn't worked so hard. I think about it a lot when I go to bed at night or wake up in the morning and look at my days (and thus my life) and wonder, Am I doing this right?
I've always been resistant to the 8-to-5. It leaves so little room for whims or creativity.
The Relief Behind Door Number Three
There are two really good options when you don't like something. And then, there is a third option, which has recently saved my life.
The Sunday Life
If you struggle with Mondays as much as I do, you are probably familiar with their evil predecessor, the dreaded Sunday night blues. It's hard to let go of Sunday, I wrote on Instagram once with a picture of the Anne book I was reading alongside no fewer than four notebooks and journals in which I had been writing.
Big Magic Everywhere
There are some seasons in this beautiful life when I sail smoothly. My mind is quiet, my heart basically happy, the days busy as ever but manageable. These seasons are nestled between a very specific pattern in which I begin to question. And then doubt. And then crash