Dear Tiffany,
You had those super intense couple weeks of doubting yourself and feeling like a failure, and in that time, you didn’t send out the 100 Love Letters emails. Like, the friction you felt when you thought about it – damn! It just wasn’t happening.
But you just sent out an email to the list.
And I’m really proud of you for that.
There is nothing wrong with quitting, and you wouldn’t be a failure if you did quit, but I am glad that you didn’t. I’m glad that you held onto the thread of that project. I’m glad that you let yourself send a late email (weeks late!) rather than just giving up. (I know which habits come back easy, and that’s definitely one of them, and you didn’t give in to that familiar pattern. That’s pretty great.)
I’m not trying to jinx it or anything, but I think you might manage to get up out of this hole without actually hitting rock bottom this time.
Imagine that!
A depression that flattens you but doesn’t, you know, *flatten* you.
And it’s not because it’s easier this time around. No. Tiffany – chickadee, Writer Girl, Gloom Faerie, self – it is because you’re more resilient, more self-aware, more self-compassionate, and you act with more intention these days.
You are learning new ways to be with yourself, and to be in the world. (And it’s not the first time you’ve done a major edit on your personal narrative, and I love you for that, too.)
This whole thing is just pretty rad. Good job.
Love,
Me