It's Not You, It's Me

Issue 126

Friends, family, neighbors, strangers—I’m hitting pause. Most babies require a lifelong commitment. I have two of those. My newsletter feels like a baby, but I can pause this one.

I’ve sent The Letter, rain or shine, for 126 consecutive weeks. Hot damn! Before I continue, I must sit with my intention. Namely, is it out of desire or obligation? And what is its purpose?

We don’t get near enough unfiltered life these days. I want to be that for us. I want to make you laugh—and cry. I want to share what makes my life easier in hopes of doing the same for you.

Lately, I've struggled to write with the depth I experience IRL; few topics are off limits for a transparent lady like myself, yet many of my journeys as of late are not ready for prime time. They're raw, and I want to explore them further before showing up in your inbox half-hearted. I hope you understand. When I return, because I bet I will, our relationship will be different and better.

Do I sound dramatic? I do. Please know—all is well. I’m well. The kids are well. The cats are well. Drama is not my intention. A breath and pause is.

I appreciate EVERY last one of you for reading my words since I began in October 2021. Your precious eyeballs mean the world to me. I’m grateful beyond measure.

Until we meet again… Simone ❤️

A picture from the fall of 2021, a little after I started The Letter and about six months after my mom passed.