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I did a jigsaw and this is what I learned
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Reading time: 0.40 156 words Hey Reader, I spent this weekend doing a fancy jigsaw and reading a book in my parents’ garden, and I rarely do this amount of chilling. This is what it taught me: Ha, just kidding. No brotivation here. Just chilling. Although I did get up this morning without worrying about literally everything and instead thinking How can I be a little bit better today than I was yesterday, and a little bit better tomorrow than I am today? Just little tiny steps. Speaking of — my January Uncaged creativity club was so popular, I’m bringing it back for the Summer. Summer Uncaged. Watch this space. It’ll be nothing but fun — a space for you to play, to reconnect with your voice, your brain, and do something silly and wonderful and important just for you. There may or may not be a jigsaw involved. There’ll definitely be joy. TTFN, Vicky 🫡 p.s. Know someone who might enjoy this email? Please forward it to them and get them to sign up here.
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Reading time: 2.02 482 words Read this email in your browser Hey Reader, There’s this picture of me I found. I was about 14 years old, I guess, wearing my uniform of denim jacket, tassled skirt, purple Doc Martens, baggy top, and “am I doing this right” smile. I was also sporting the remnants of an unfortunate curly perm. GOD, WHAT WAS I THINKING! Then, as now, I was wishing for hair I did not have and would never be able to achieve. Some things never change. Other stuff does, though, like my...
Reading time: 3.54 925 words Read this email in your browser Hey Reader, Was in the very swampy gym last night. Went on safari to find a pair of 5kg weights and a pair of 2.5kg weights. Round and round the moist, festering weight room I trekked, cursing the fact that they have air con in the cardio room and swamp fumes in here. And also cursing everyone who doesn’t rack the weights where they should be, in size and weight and colour order thus necessitating said swampy safari. There were...
Reading time: 1.15 297 words Read this email in your browser Hey Reader, I’m standing chest-deep in the Caribbean Sea, chatting to a stingray wrangler who is guiding one of these magnificent sea-flappers into my arms so I can commune with it for a moment, and the main thought that pops into my head? Not: “Wow, these creatures are glorious, look how they glide!” Not: “My goodness, how many people get the chance to swim with stingrays? I’m so lucky!” But: “Mushroom with wings!” My main...