Still 🗞️ Slow News Day #83

Hey,

I’m still here. Slow News Day is still here. It’s all still here.

I’m still waiting for our house move to go through.

I’m still caught between stages of life and still bemoaning the fact I said, in January, that I didn’t want this period to feel like purgatory.

And I’m still in purgatory.

It’s a weird old time, dear reader. I’ve not felt very slow - not at all, to be honest. Time might be glacial and refracting, but I’ve been bouncing off its crystaline walls. I’ve been frustrated, anxious, and angry. All of which are okay - that’s no judgement against feeling those feelings - but they’ve coloured my experience so much that they’re regularly bleeding over the edges.

I’ve not been so slow or ponderous. I’m trying, of course, to embody that good spirit again. Sometimes I sense progress, other times not so much.

Aside from the ethos of taking things slower, I’d say this newsletter has been defined by an effort to speak honestly and openly about the fallibility of… most stuff. Things I try, things I don’t always get right, things I like and then never really go near again.

So, if you’ll allow a slightly meta view of things, this gentle return after a five(?) week hiatus is a combination and reflection of those two central themes against each other.

Before today, it’d been over a month since I last wrote to you. I’ll see how the next few weeks feel – no promises, not that I believe you expect them.

Slow down guide

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 won’t be drinking anything right this second. I’m saving something for later tonight. Twining's Superblends Sleep (Valerian & Orange Blossom) is a serious snoozefest. The very first time I drank it, I felt like I was on holiday–maybe three or four days in, in crisp, cold hotel sheets and a deep sense of relaxation in my limbs. It’s been a while since I felt that. I like it a lot.

Turning to the music, I’ve been leaning on some of my favourite artists for company recently. In scabpicker, runnner asks: “is it even a love song / if it’s called scabpicker?”

In this email, I think I’ve asked: “is it even Slow News Day / if its author’s frenetic?”

Take it easy,