A Short One …

First things first — thanks.

Thank you to everyone who has read one of my posts, whether you stumbled on it instead of cat videos or you got here on purpose. And a really big thank you to my six subscribers! That little number going up gives me Cinnabon frosting feels: warm, happy, and kicking you square in the dopamine.

I’m still figuring out my rhythm here. Some days the words come easy. Other days they feel like they’re stuck in the kind of quicksand every cartoon warned us about when we were kids.

But writing in public is different. After a lifetime of journaling, my instinct is to unload, to get my demons out, write my heavy days down, and call it done. And yes, I can make a complaint about a lukewarm Starbucks coffee drag on until people’s eyes glaze over. But that’s not what I want to do here. I want to tell stories. The good ones. The weird ones. The ones I’ve been saving for years because I thought nobody else would get them.

So if you’ve been here since the first post, thank you. If you’re just arriving, welcome. And if you’ve ever wrestled with that tug-of-war between writing what’s heavy and writing what’s good, how do you balance it?

I don’t own this picture, but I’m a Public Enemy and Calvin and Hobbes fan and I thought this was funny.