Spell to Mend a Broken Heart

Three months of this newsletter. Three months of writing about myself and about the things that keep me believing life is worth being alive for. Three months of thinking way too much, way too hard, about the audience reading the words I write.

It's inevitable that the audience will be a consideration, when they're literally the reason this is a thing I'm doing. When it's their money trickling into my bank account each month. The readers of this newsletter are never far from my mind, both because of the financial support thing and because they're mostly comprised of people I love and I spend a lot of time thinking about the people I love. I am grateful all the time that my friends exist and that they care for me and that we all ended up here, on this planet in this moment in history, and somehow found each other. If I believe in any kind of god, this is why.