This post was originally published on Substack
Dear friend,
A lot has happened over the past few weeks. I don’t think human beings were built to withstand so many layers of grief all at once, and yet, for years now, it seems to be coming from all sides, in different shades, with no real room to process and heal and move forward.
How much grief are we still holding on to that continues to get backlogged because some other tragedy—whether personal or on a global scale—has reared its ugly head?
It’s tough trying to create art in these times. It pretty tough to even try and just consume it.
Recently, I treated myself to a subscription to The Atlantic. I realized I was spending too much effort trying to get around its paywall when I inevitably hit my article limit in a span of minutes, so I finally shelled out $50 for a digital one-year subscription (which, frankly, is a steal). I can’t even begin to track down how many great articles I’ve read now that I have full access to them, but the real gems are their subscriber newsletters (basically their in-house Substack). Seeing them land in my inbox during the workday is an utter joy.
I’m not shilling for The Atlantic (although hey, I’ll sing for them in exchange for another year of access). What I am saying is that you should treat yourself to something that really nourishes your soul. I love reading—giving myself the gift of more to read was what I needed right now. Whatever that is for you, I hope you find it and fill your days with it. Life’s too fragile to do otherwise.
Be well,
Jasmine