I loved your reflections and visuals! You inspired me to use more visuals in my pieces!
I agree that tiny changes are still impactful and meaningful. Society puts so much pressure on us to constantly strive for more, but it's important to remember that there is value in just being me. But how can I be myself if being myself right now doesn't serve me or others? Sometimes, I must "fake it until I make it" because I have no choice.
"I wonder if I’ll ever feel enough to simply be?" kept me thinking.
The first paragraphs perfectly describe the also great Modest Mouse line "my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth", and then you took this in such an interesting direction...
A topic we've touched on at least on one of our calls, and you know it's something I think about a lot, but haven't reached any meaningful conclusion yet.
Yet, you have and I love it: tiny changes.
It's just so simple, yet profound, a perfect compromise, or balance, between making progress and living in the moment.
The smalls poems (or haikus even?), and the whole cadence is just so beautiful, and make it even more memorable and relatable.
Will keep mulling over your insights and I'm sure it'll bleed into what I eventually do with this topic. Because as Rachael says, your writing stays in my mind for many days, weeks, months...
Hey #27! I’m feeling the black and white vibes here. Looove the sub-headers, I used to have one of those squeeze label makers and remember the feeling of fatigue after squeezing too many labels lol. The blacks in the headers are soft and still pop against the black mobile screen. And love the white space you left around these sub-headers. The details 🤌 O-M-G, you inspire me 🤩
I’m resonating with the tension between making an impact and simply just being. I think about this ALL the time. I’m tired too of the “circle jerk of endless doing and impressiveness,” because to me it feels like an insecurity from tension between making an impact and just being.
I also wonder if I can simply be, and be ok with it. But your writing got me reflecting on what feels like simply being, for me. Maybe its the flow states of just doing something creative, or playing video/board games with friends, staring into that orange sherbet sunset, letting my consciousness melt into a good film, having a deep conversation with friends, or taking a little cat nap while listening to some music. I like simply being captivated by the moment, whatever I’m doing, even if its just daydreaming.
“But the world screams that you’re not enough, you don’t exist if you go silent and unseen.” I feel for this as well. We only see and praise people ‘on top.’ But then we also don’t see all of them, just whatever part of them go to the top. I want to see the silent, unseen parts of them. Bring em back down to earth, make them relatable, see why and how they make impacts (if they do). But also why are these people praised so highly? Why do most people want to be on the top like that?
I don’t want the whole world watching me. I just want to make tiny impacts. I hope that my art and writing makes people smile or think about things differently the way Sunday Candy and all the other art/writing I consume does for me. I want to feel good making others feel good.
Let’s cheers to NOT militantly marching to the beat of someone else’s drums. Lets command the orchestras within ourselves, throw some fuzz and distortion in there, add some multicolor strobe lighting and confetti cannons. Lets celebrate the tiny impacts and just simply be in that moment!
Wow, this lands hard. I have listened to hours of Perrell and Bi wax eloquent about Girardian Mimesis but never felt this visceral connection that I get here. You see me and I hate marching too
I’ll tell you a secret. Your writing makes me stop and reflect and feel deeply. Even when I’m done reading, I think about it throughout the day.
Your writing makes me question my limiting assumptions. Your writing makes me feel less alone. You help me see that loneliness can be intimate and tender. You speak to my soul.
Soooo good. I agree with the beginning of your piece, I don't think we have to make cosmic impact on the world to live a meaningful life. I even think it's most important to start with yourself. Then this essay just goes into straight poetry and I felt like I stopped reading and was simply experiencing your gorgeous writing.
"My eyes catch the hazy glow of orange sherbet spread like butter across the pretty morning sky and I daydream about how I’d love to sip wonder wine, watch flying fish shine, witness dolphins dive, marvel at the starry night, listen to rainbow rhymes, and like a heathen, be among the tricksters and the purveyors of pleasure, living to play on purpose." GAH JUST BEAUTIFUL
Going with the origami methaphor, I have the sense that you are mostly UNfolding and blossoming with each issue, sharing from a quiet, still depth that I find tremendously nurturing of the spirit. With respect to making an impact, it seems to me that authenticity of being is the greatest contribution any human could make to existence. I see you as a courageous example of speaking from such a place.
“People doing to impress people doing to impress people...” this gravitron ride was sucking me down and holding on and not letting go. I couldn’t buy in. Now I’m struggling to find where I fit in. And I’m finding I don’t care to fit in.
"Because the clock is drippy and the calendar is droopy" -- awww this makes me smile :) Totally dig the casual rhythm but serious content of this issue. And hanging out with the statue of Pythagoras is so lovely! Sign me up to join you when you do it again!
Sunday Candy is the kind of writing that brings me a big smile in the depth of night when I'm burning my oil to catch up on all the engineering tradeoffs and last-minute crammings. Like real candies, Sunday Candy relieves my stress and makes life more fun =)
I loved your reflections and visuals! You inspired me to use more visuals in my pieces!
I agree that tiny changes are still impactful and meaningful. Society puts so much pressure on us to constantly strive for more, but it's important to remember that there is value in just being me. But how can I be myself if being myself right now doesn't serve me or others? Sometimes, I must "fake it until I make it" because I have no choice.
"I wonder if I’ll ever feel enough to simply be?" kept me thinking.
The first paragraphs perfectly describe the also great Modest Mouse line "my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth", and then you took this in such an interesting direction...
A topic we've touched on at least on one of our calls, and you know it's something I think about a lot, but haven't reached any meaningful conclusion yet.
Yet, you have and I love it: tiny changes.
It's just so simple, yet profound, a perfect compromise, or balance, between making progress and living in the moment.
The smalls poems (or haikus even?), and the whole cadence is just so beautiful, and make it even more memorable and relatable.
Will keep mulling over your insights and I'm sure it'll bleed into what I eventually do with this topic. Because as Rachael says, your writing stays in my mind for many days, weeks, months...
Hey #27! I’m feeling the black and white vibes here. Looove the sub-headers, I used to have one of those squeeze label makers and remember the feeling of fatigue after squeezing too many labels lol. The blacks in the headers are soft and still pop against the black mobile screen. And love the white space you left around these sub-headers. The details 🤌 O-M-G, you inspire me 🤩
I’m resonating with the tension between making an impact and simply just being. I think about this ALL the time. I’m tired too of the “circle jerk of endless doing and impressiveness,” because to me it feels like an insecurity from tension between making an impact and just being.
I also wonder if I can simply be, and be ok with it. But your writing got me reflecting on what feels like simply being, for me. Maybe its the flow states of just doing something creative, or playing video/board games with friends, staring into that orange sherbet sunset, letting my consciousness melt into a good film, having a deep conversation with friends, or taking a little cat nap while listening to some music. I like simply being captivated by the moment, whatever I’m doing, even if its just daydreaming.
“But the world screams that you’re not enough, you don’t exist if you go silent and unseen.” I feel for this as well. We only see and praise people ‘on top.’ But then we also don’t see all of them, just whatever part of them go to the top. I want to see the silent, unseen parts of them. Bring em back down to earth, make them relatable, see why and how they make impacts (if they do). But also why are these people praised so highly? Why do most people want to be on the top like that?
I don’t want the whole world watching me. I just want to make tiny impacts. I hope that my art and writing makes people smile or think about things differently the way Sunday Candy and all the other art/writing I consume does for me. I want to feel good making others feel good.
Let’s cheers to NOT militantly marching to the beat of someone else’s drums. Lets command the orchestras within ourselves, throw some fuzz and distortion in there, add some multicolor strobe lighting and confetti cannons. Lets celebrate the tiny impacts and just simply be in that moment!
Wow, this lands hard. I have listened to hours of Perrell and Bi wax eloquent about Girardian Mimesis but never felt this visceral connection that I get here. You see me and I hate marching too
I’ll tell you a secret. Your writing makes me stop and reflect and feel deeply. Even when I’m done reading, I think about it throughout the day.
Your writing makes me question my limiting assumptions. Your writing makes me feel less alone. You help me see that loneliness can be intimate and tender. You speak to my soul.
Soooo good. I agree with the beginning of your piece, I don't think we have to make cosmic impact on the world to live a meaningful life. I even think it's most important to start with yourself. Then this essay just goes into straight poetry and I felt like I stopped reading and was simply experiencing your gorgeous writing.
"My eyes catch the hazy glow of orange sherbet spread like butter across the pretty morning sky and I daydream about how I’d love to sip wonder wine, watch flying fish shine, witness dolphins dive, marvel at the starry night, listen to rainbow rhymes, and like a heathen, be among the tricksters and the purveyors of pleasure, living to play on purpose." GAH JUST BEAUTIFUL
...your awesome alliteration amazes...thanks for the poetry and jams...
Going with the origami methaphor, I have the sense that you are mostly UNfolding and blossoming with each issue, sharing from a quiet, still depth that I find tremendously nurturing of the spirit. With respect to making an impact, it seems to me that authenticity of being is the greatest contribution any human could make to existence. I see you as a courageous example of speaking from such a place.
“People doing to impress people doing to impress people...” this gravitron ride was sucking me down and holding on and not letting go. I couldn’t buy in. Now I’m struggling to find where I fit in. And I’m finding I don’t care to fit in.
Keep on, soul sister. <3
I am grateful for this impactful tiny change of a newsletter :)
It’s another place. Like your concrete bench is a tardis.
It feels like meditation. I love it!
"Because the clock is drippy and the calendar is droopy" -- awww this makes me smile :) Totally dig the casual rhythm but serious content of this issue. And hanging out with the statue of Pythagoras is so lovely! Sign me up to join you when you do it again!
Sunday Candy is the kind of writing that brings me a big smile in the depth of night when I'm burning my oil to catch up on all the engineering tradeoffs and last-minute crammings. Like real candies, Sunday Candy relieves my stress and makes life more fun =)