I’ve wanted to tell stories for as long as I can remember. I have felt words travel through me from a very young age and once a teen, I started to feel some semblance of control and power, and relief and love in the words I’d write. It’s taken me a long time to form a good habit, one free from validation and accolades. This newsletter is me wanting to gift myself consistency, discipline. I’m not different than most people under capitalism. How can you find joy in what you do when rent’s due on the 1st and you haven’t quite recovered from some trauma that ain’t yours? It’s hard to “produce” something that is “ready” and “good” for the world to see. But I’ve decide that it is all a lie. The demands of our current work culture is a lie. Our inept attempt at turning hobbies into businesses is a lie. Curating an Instagram aesthetic and tweeting thoughts better left unsaid is a lie. It’s all a lie! So with that, I want to write about what is true. What feels real for me everyday I am able to wake up and kiss my son. The truth is, I’m excited for the love letters I will write to you all.