Whether the work I am most proud of came from the seasons I felt most certain or the seasons I felt most lost. The honest answer surprised me.
An unscheduled note. The small linguistic move where, before you tell someone about the thing you are making, you weaken the sentence in advance.
Two clients went quiet at the same time. The drafted resignation that never sent, and what got me through the bad part of year three.
July keeps getting recruited as a project. A short note on undefended afternoons and the boredom that grows ideas.
A friend has not taken a real weekend in eight months. The slow accounting of saying yes one defensible time too many.
A first letter, slightly self-conscious. Why a newsletter, what it is for, and the two questions I am holding open this season.
