I am bad at taking breaks. I am also bad at not being busy. This fun, messy little combination means all the things this pandemic has done to fuck with our heads is always kind of ever present at the front of my brain space. It’s part of why I am baking scones. It is not work, it is just a nice thing I enjoy doing that no one pays me for.
… [stares in millenial] did I just discover “hobbies”?…
Whatever. I am tired. I am taking a break. I am baking scones. I am happy you’re all here, and I wanted to have a much more coherent first newsletter of 2022 for you.
But I guess that’s the rub with the whole “cosmic reset” of the new year, insofar that there really isn’t one. The calendar is different but I am still the same tired, cranky dog mom. So, new year, same me. I hope if this speaks to you, that you know that it’s okay to feel what we’re feeling. It’s ok whether it’s mixed with some vague, crumb of hope for the future or if you’re feeling the most nihilistic you have in a while as we enter our third year with a new wave wreaking havoc on our population.
It’s all ok.
I’ll see you next week. May your coffee be strong.