Every Sunday I sit down to write you... and each time I seem to start with "it's been a rough week."
Because, sadly, this year has been full of wild, weird, hard weeks.
And I'm the first to admit, I've been so angry. But lately I'm finding that my anger is alchemizing into hope.
So that's what I wanna give you today as we head into a new week....
NEW ON SUBSTACK:
Don't Let Them Steal Your Joy
This past week my phone has been ringing nonstop. Friends calling in, stressed to the max, voices tight with panic over the latest headline. And I get it — there’s plenty to be concerned about.
But here’s the thing: somewhere along the way, I stopped reacting the same way.
It wasn’t always like this. For the first eight months of this reign of terror, I was furious. I woke up angry. I went to bed angry. I carried that rage with me everywhere, even in my sleep. Anger was eating me alive.
And then one day I realized: I refuse to live like that anymore.