Last Friday was the 7-year anniversary of this newsletter. Seven years! There were more important things to acknowledge last week, so I let it go. But today, I am taking a moment to recognize this project—which you are very much a part of—as the longest-running engagement of my professional life. I've skipped only four Fridays in that entire time, and not one since 2015.
A few weeks ago (or was that last week?
what is time anymore??) I chatted with Edith Zimmerman, who published my pie charts a lifetime ago, back when she was editor of The Hairpin. She
drew this comic about our conversation for
her own newsletter, which is excellent. We talked about how social media is a rather unsatisfying substitute for the communities that once existed in blogs' comments sections. And I found myself saying that this is one thing I love about the newsletter: It feels cozier and more contained than the wind-whipped plains of social media.
In 2013, I could not have imagined that, seven years later, I would still be writing this every Friday. I could not have imagined that we would all be
hunkered in our respective homes to wait out a pandemic, and that I would have to figure out something to say about that. I could not have imagined how good it would make me feel that, no matter what words I put in this space—even if they were the wrong ones, wholly inadequate to the task—
someone would be reading. And, often, replying with some kind words in turn.
I have never had a rigid journaling practice, never done
The Artist's Way, never managed to stick to any exercise or meditation routine. But I show up for this newsletter every week, no matter what. And I am really so grateful that you show up for it, too.