2022 was a reboot
2022 was a reboot.
i used a flip phone for a few months. i signed a new lease in new york, after a year without one. i turned 30 and had my first birthday party 8 months later. i tried to donate my eggs to help my friends become parents. i became pescatarian. i got covid for the first time. i was promoted to lead my team at twitter, lived the chaos of history, then quit. i learned who the real ones are. i stopped caring about being fully known. i started using a flip phone again.
a year ago, i’d have written more words, tried to please, performed for an audience — but no longer. i share on my own terms. i keep it short and direct. i don't second-guess. after years of feeling like an npc, i’m ready to become the main character.
my body carries a mind pulverized and made anew. you’d be forgiven if you thought you were talking to the same person.
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winter writing season
i’m embracing the rhythm of the seasons in my life, to add some structure in the absence of a job. winter is for rest, reflection, and renewal. physically, this means retreating to my childhood home for three months, to spend time with my mother and escape the distractions of city life. digitally, this means switching back to a flip phone for the season and abstaining from social media in january.
the point is to make boredom push me in new directions. i plan to write and make indie software. my ambition burns like acid; i need to create something i can call my own.
i've decided to only write weekly newsletters as part my winter writing season, so i don't feel guilty for stopping once life speeds up in the spring. if there are things i want to say in the off-season, i'll drop a bonus issue.
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let me know what's been piquing your curiosity, what you're excited about. i want to get excited too.