Dear Reader,

I’ve been quitting things without a plan.

Not in a glamorous, romantic “trust the universe” way.
In a very human way.
A way that has felt… disorienting, honest, necessary.

This year I stepped back from more commitments than I stepped into.
I closed programs that were still working.
I paused projects that “made sense” on paper.
I let offerings go that people loved.

And the wild part?

I didn’t have a replacement mapped out.
No secret strategy.
No new thing waiting in the wings.

Just space.
Just the sound of my own life again.

It turns out:
quitting is a form of attention.
A way of listening for what has actually run its course. Not necessarily what the bank account or my accountant wants to be seeing.

And I want to say this clearly, because I wish someone had said it to me: