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.