Hi everyone!
This is the first edition of everything and nothing, a paywalled dispatch where I freely write about the week. It’s an evolving experiment! I’m very open to thoughts and anything you’d like to hear more of, less of etc etc.
As always, thank you for the support.
10.15.22 - Saturday
One of the happiest I’ve felt all week was this morning, lying in bed with Chris till 9:00..9:45…10:30…the grey sky shook a little water out and I wanted to stay there forever.
I brought my laptop into the mix and we worked for a while, I approved the latest calendar proof and now maybe it will be off to the presses!
We leave for Europe in 9 days. We’ll be in London for two days, where Chris and I were supposed to go to an awards ceremony for Chris but then he got a job in Bulgaria, so we’re flying out of the UK just hours before the awards. Classic but I’m down for an adventure. I have a lot of Eastern European ancestry, so I’m looking forward to connecting with a slice of that world.
I asked the world for a pumpkin spice latte that wouldn’t fuck me up and I actually found an amazing almond pumpkin creamer, with just 3 grams of sugar.
Yesterday I had a realization when someone cut me off as I explained what was ultimately a good story about us moving, guided by divine timing. I was told I was blocking my blessings, but without any real basis for the diagnosis.
It’s hard when spiritual assessments are doled out randomly because it feels like I should be paying attention. But where is the oracle? When someone tells you a story about yourself, you have the choice to believe it and reinforce it, or not. Ultimately we are responsible for carrying our own narratives. Are we going to hold the weight of everyone else’s opinion?
Experiencing this mish moshed guidance reminded me that I can get caught up in passion and fire off thoughts. It’s better to wait it out and give advice when it’s solicited, keep it gentle. Soup can be healing, but no one wants to choke down hot spicy soup.