your writing is a little treat; i hope it becomes easier on you—though it might be selfish of me to wish that solely because i want to read more of it. the struggle for balance is real. i wish the winter months to be kinder 💙
it's lovely to see you again, hamda! thank you for still reading this little newsletter all this time, and for your kind thoughts. i don't think it's selfish at all, and just bc writing is difficult right now doesn't mean that supersedes my gratitude there are people like you reading on the other end. i wish the last lap of the year is as gentle on you as your gentle heart 🤍
sha, you have no idea the elation i felt when i opened my inbox and saw you had sent out this letter. i don't think i've ever commented before, but your writing has been sort of a constant to me in the past 2ish years and i think about the words you write months after i've read them. they come back to me at the randomest of moments--there's a little tea shop near me that i always associate with this newsletter, not for any particular reason other than i'd read letter 12 the same day i went to the shop for the first time, and had spent the entire walk there and back thinking about it.
incidentally, i also tried giving summer a chance this year, to combat the feeling of watching real life pass me by. i don't know if it worked but here's to us trying <3 thank you always for writing, no matter how hard it gets. i wish you so much love and luck and for life to get a little easier (and for the guilt of an easy life to not feel so heavy).
your writing is a little treat; i hope it becomes easier on you—though it might be selfish of me to wish that solely because i want to read more of it. the struggle for balance is real. i wish the winter months to be kinder 💙
it's lovely to see you again, hamda! thank you for still reading this little newsletter all this time, and for your kind thoughts. i don't think it's selfish at all, and just bc writing is difficult right now doesn't mean that supersedes my gratitude there are people like you reading on the other end. i wish the last lap of the year is as gentle on you as your gentle heart 🤍
beautiful morning read. thank you for opening your heart to us, sha!
sha, you have no idea the elation i felt when i opened my inbox and saw you had sent out this letter. i don't think i've ever commented before, but your writing has been sort of a constant to me in the past 2ish years and i think about the words you write months after i've read them. they come back to me at the randomest of moments--there's a little tea shop near me that i always associate with this newsletter, not for any particular reason other than i'd read letter 12 the same day i went to the shop for the first time, and had spent the entire walk there and back thinking about it.
incidentally, i also tried giving summer a chance this year, to combat the feeling of watching real life pass me by. i don't know if it worked but here's to us trying <3 thank you always for writing, no matter how hard it gets. i wish you so much love and luck and for life to get a little easier (and for the guilt of an easy life to not feel so heavy).