*I forgot to schedule this last week, I’m SORRY.
I fear I’m in my Joan Carol Clayton/Molly Carter era. They’re the type A woman inside of me that thrives on being busy and ambitious no matter how much I try to pretend otherwise. (I’d make a joke that, unlike these fictional characters, I don’t lack self awareness, but if one person comments to say that I do, I’ll have to delete this entire newsletter.)
Please do not ask me to reflect on my Q3 or summer wellness/personal goals. The truth is I haven’t gotten much sleep this summer. I haven’t worked out. My work-life balance has been nonexistent. (It’s 10 p.m and I’m typing this while taking a break on some line edits I owe a fellow freelance reporter.) There’s a lot going on work-wise, but I’m learning to be OK with a bit of imbalance sometimes. I’m very happy work has been going so well these past two months and I’m OK with my professional life consuming me for the moment. My only regret is that I spent so much of my downtime earlier this year stressing over the idea that things wouldn’t pick back up. I’d promise to do better next time, but we all know better, don’t we? Don’t worry. I won’t put balance off for too long. I promise.
For now, though, I’ve been ignoring any and all stats from my Oura and Apple Watch until further notice…
Tiny Joys
Experiencing my highest-paid month in at least two years, prrr. (With rates being lower than usual, I did NOT achieve this without working a LOT.)
A portrait of Eleanor commissioned by my friends that really captured her essence.
The arrival of libra season.
The many group chats that fielded my incessant texts about the bizarrely entertaining HULU reality show The Secret Lives of Mormon Wives and the maddening (and highly unethical) documentary HBO documentary Chimp Crazy.
A 3-part workshop on somatic therapy that kicked off last weekend. I’m so excited to learn some more tips for how to better tune into how my body reacts to/stores stress and trauma.