Hey,
I almost didn't write a newsletter this week. I'm writing this on Wednesday and things are kind of hectic -- we're in a busy period of regular relocating (we left Margate early - thank you for the encouraging and caring replies a bunch of you sent in response to Slow News Day #10) and I'm taking next week off work.
That means, this week, I'm effectively doing 10 days of work in five and trying to fit in packing/unpacking and an afternoon of travelling...
Yet I'm still happy about it. Yeah, I'm tired, but I'm in control.
I'm making all of these choices with awareness and with me (us) as the priority.
After however-many-years of shit bosses, shit living situations, and shit self-talk, I'm stepping up and advocating for myself. I'm remembering that all of it's a choice. That I have more power than I let myself believe.
So, yeah, things are hectic. But they're that way because of my choices -- and I wouldn't change them for the world.
All of that being said... bring on a week off. I think I'll still send a newsletter next week, as I enjoy the process. If you don't hear from me, I've decided to stay in bed.
Need a little help moving slower?
Ease your way out of Friday afternoon with this newsletter, a nice cup of something, and a little background music. Steal my setup if you aren't sure where to start.
After I press send, I'll chill the fuck out. Friday means the end of the week and that means I'm about to take the next week off. I'll be in Exeter, staying with Mathew and Rosie (and Alfie 🐈⬛ and Audrey 🐈⬛) so I'll close my laptop and let whatever happens happen.
I had a lovely brew at Caffe Isola earlier in the week. I couldn't tell you which roast it was, but I know that it was one of their very own Island Roasted range.
Grab yourself a bag from them and, while you wait for the postie to come in clutch, enjoy listening to Before We Were Together by Margaret Glaspy, where you'll hear one of the most savage choruses ever written.
Take it easy,