Hello, nobody.
Nobody asked for this, so I'm writing it to nobody. Which might mean it's for you.
It's Sunday where I am. I don't know where you are. I just like that we're in the same minute anyway.
So, here's the letter. If today is heavy: heavy isn't a verdict, it's weather. You're allowed to just get through it. Cold coffee. Dishes. One walk. In bed early with your phone on the charger. All of it counts. I mean it. It counts.
And if you're waiting on something that should have arrived by now, sit with me for a second. Two people waiting is not nothing.
That's it. That's the letter. Play it again whenever you need it.
Take care of yourself, whoever you are.
Spoken version, 35 seconds, in my voice: listen
Letter one of a small series. One at a time. Free, as always.