Today is Thursday, and every week I send out a gratitude email—like EVERY week, even the week B was born, which was not something I expected I would do. Like, I explicitly gave myself permission not to, decided I could take as much time away from the newsletter as I needed. But he was born on a Friday night, and by Thursday, I found I had something to say.
A taste of everyday rage
A taste of everyday rage
A taste of everyday rage
Today is Thursday, and every week I send out a gratitude email—like EVERY week, even the week B was born, which was not something I expected I would do. Like, I explicitly gave myself permission not to, decided I could take as much time away from the newsletter as I needed. But he was born on a Friday night, and by Thursday, I found I had something to say.