Like, quite a few things.

A lot of things, in fact.

You are doing them.

AND! You are doing them quite determinedly.

Quite a few things, being done, with sincerity and determination.

High fives, chickadee.

But also, I know there’s so much snark in this love letter, and a subtext of “yeah, doing so many things, ’cause you’re such a fucking ridiculous workaholic and you can’t even make yourself a mug of tea because you’re so fixated on the idea that if you do anything this evening, it needs to be work-related” (I mean, it’s some really specific subtext happening), so I just want to take a breath and pause and consider something.

It actually *is* worth celebrating that you do as much as you do. And you really do bring an awful lot of sincerity and determination (and even passion!) to your various projects.

And it is worth extending some compassion to the parts of you that are struggling right now.

You can’t spend so much time soaking in existential dread and expect to come to these letters not dripping with it.

You can’t spend so much time thinking about labour and capitalism and scarcity and violence and harm, and expect to access an easy ray of sunshine on demand.

But the *reason* you are grappling with these difficult issues, and the existential dread, and the many projects – the reason is that you are deeply, profoundly, eternally hopeful and you think that there’s good work to be done, helpful resources to be generated, answers to be reached towards.

And you also have so much hope for your own role in your communities, and in your own life. You’re reaching for that.

I know it’s easy to sneer at the work and to feel stupid for all your moments of failing to relax or failing to do the “right” thing at any given moment, but the sneering just hides your fear that you’re going to fail. There’s something truer underneath the sneer – there’s hope.

And hope is vulnerable and scary, but you’re so good at feeling the fear and doing it anyway. Hope on, little heart.

Love,
Me

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