Trust. Your. Comms. Staff.

That’s it.

Ah! It’s on my list! Glad to hear you enjoyed it.

This is true! I have at least three friends, in addition to my partner, who have unfollowed and then checked again later and are following again.

Ugh for real. I had that realization today. Hoping this little piece of the world will help 🤞🏼

This.

I’ve spent three months thinking “we still have three months.” The realization that it won’t just be “three months from now” into perpetuity is rough.

Hard same.

I feel that. Definitely minimize the doomscroll. But I’m hearing flat out I’m removing myself from ALL news. Which is not bueno.

I see so many friends saying they’re not paying attention to the news anymore. Which I get from a protecting your peace aspect.

That’s one of the most dangerous things we can do. We have to pay attention. Apathy and turning a blind eye will lead us down a path from which we cannot return.

I’m so conflicted. Like yes, I want it back. But it’ll never be the same. Just like Twitter. And with the tone of that message, I don’t think I want to be a part of it … though if no one returns, silo of one sided info. 😣

Puppy chow counts as breakfast because there’s cereal in it, right?

There comes a point in every Sarah J. Maas book where one must resign themselves to the fact that they will not be putting the book down until it is done.

This is a lesson all SJM readers must learn the hard way as I am once again learning today.

The horoscopes in the Dec. 4, 2024 newspaper cut out at my local coffee shop. It’s focused on the libra horoscope.

An in-use desk with a water bottle in the foreground, post-it notes in the middle and a webinar on a laptop in the background.

An AP Stylebook sits open and blurry in the foreground with a laptop behind it showing a blurred Word document. A half-empty Diet Coke is on the table next to the laptop and a process map made of post-it notes is on the wall in the distance.

Trying to be more mindful and focus on the glimmers rather than the 💩

Some highlights of today

When you don’t get a single email in the last 90 minutes of your workday … did the zombie apocalypse start without me?

Every dang time.

There is no part of me that has the energy for another platform but here I am, unable to ignore the pull of FOMO.