….And the answer to that question nourished me in a way that external validation never can.

Keep going!

I’ve said it many times and I’ll say it a hundred more: what else are we going to do with our time here?

The intrigue happens when it’s specific…emotional, WEIRD, alive.

We expect that in novels, so why not in essays too?

I’m leaning into the weird this week. I want you to taste watermelon bubblegum with your eyes.

How weird can you make your first line?

Anybody else with me?

It’s the opening scene of a movie. You’ve got one shot to make us lean in.

That first line’s gotta transport us. Make us feel something about where you’re taking us.

But so many openings are just… meh. Cliché City.

(I do it all the time. 🙋‍♀️but I can hold myself to a higher standard).

Still doing the thing I love. Writing.

And still keeping an open, loving heart while doing it.

It’s almost laughable now that I thought I was the only one.

Thank you for showing me that.

A gift I don’t think I’ll ever forget. #writer

Despite the embarrassment of pouring so much into my articles and getting little attention, even from close friends and family.

And still, carrying on.

Despite the stories I told myself about my worthiness and value.

I gained 800 subscribers on Substack in the last 48 hours by admitting my failure.

I didn’t even realize that’s what I was doing… but it was.

It came from a very human necessity: figuring out how to carry on.

Despite the heartache.

Despite feeling alone.

Lately, I’ve been tempted to add a column for the fleeting thoughts that drift in and out of my mind. Why? Because I’m kind of obsessed with documenting the evolution of my soul. Are you weird in this way too?

That’s why I build my own tracking systems. I log states of being, my writing, dance, content creation, mental health, and the books I read.

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