I disappeared for four days. Here's what I learned.


Hey Reader,

Yes, I know this newsletter is late. But let me tell you why:

I got absolutely wrecked by a cold my kids so lovingly passed along. For four full days, I was horizontal. No work. No writing. No parenting. Just me, a blanket, and an endless loop of “how the hell do I still feel like this?”

And at first? I felt guilty. Like, bone-deep, anxious, itchy kind of guilt. For not doing anything. For not being present. For just… existing in my germ cocoon.

But while I was down, life didn’t fall apart. My husband handled bedtime, meals, hair brushing, recital rehearsal, and somehow kept everything from catching fire. I realized something: I could let go. I don't have to white-knuckle everything to be worthy.

Weekly Tarot Card.

So when I'm seeking solace, I use this deck. The Lightseer deck (for you Tarot aficionados). Today I pulled the Two of Cups. This card is all about connection. Mutual support. Seeing and being seen.

It’s not just the romantic stuff (though yeah, it can be that). It’s the kind of relationship where both people show up — fully, honestly, and without needing to perform.

This week, I was the Two of Cups. But I was also held by it.

If you’re used to being the one who does it all, it can be weirdly hard to receive support. But the Two of Cups reminds us: you don’t have to earn care by being strong. Love doesn’t keep a scorecard.

So here’s your reminder to let yourself be supported. You don’t have to carry it all alone.

A Powerful Question.

Where in your life could you ask for help — and actually let yourself receive it?

See ya next time.

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Thanks for being here — even when I’m off schedule, sniffly, and trying to make sense of it all.

You're a bad ass and doing great things.

Cheers,

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