Many mornings I want to cry a little and usually I can't quite figure out why, other than that the world is kind of a mess and life is hard, even though for me, it's monumentally easier than for many. If I release my tears, I can move on with my day, but sometimes I can't get the tears to come. Today, after reading this, I'm wiping my eyes. And now I can move forward. Thank you, Lindsey--I feel seen.
Okay, first, I love your whiteboard brainstorms and I want to read the whole essay on how women’s creative energy gets sublimated into the domestic (also a chronic nail painter myself, and a collector of embroidered vintage linens which speak to this in another century). And second, I adore your approach to Christmas card writing, and think it’s so important to keep both elements there. Isn’t it everyone’s first impulse upon reading one of those hyper-positive newsletters to throw it in the recycling immediately? Just me?
Many mornings I want to cry a little and usually I can't quite figure out why, other than that the world is kind of a mess and life is hard, even though for me, it's monumentally easier than for many. If I release my tears, I can move on with my day, but sometimes I can't get the tears to come. Today, after reading this, I'm wiping my eyes. And now I can move forward. Thank you, Lindsey--I feel seen.
Okay, first, I love your whiteboard brainstorms and I want to read the whole essay on how women’s creative energy gets sublimated into the domestic (also a chronic nail painter myself, and a collector of embroidered vintage linens which speak to this in another century). And second, I adore your approach to Christmas card writing, and think it’s so important to keep both elements there. Isn’t it everyone’s first impulse upon reading one of those hyper-positive newsletters to throw it in the recycling immediately? Just me?