Life has been coming at me from all angles lately.
Good stuff, all of it, but a lot to hold. Saturday I was definitely the person shouting orders trying to get seven people organized for a boat tour that was leaving with or without us. I very much wanted to be on that boat.
We made it.
But the thing I keep coming back to is the coffee. Two cups and NYT Crossplay. No other apps, no notifications, no agenda. I've played my mom about 25 times and won exactly twice. I am unreasonably proud of those two wins. In the middle of everything, that's the thing that grounds me. I protect that time now like it actually matters. Because it does. It balances the scales.
TODAY’S PICKS
THE FEATURE
The Magic of Failing Miserably.
She signed up for a drawing class thinking she'd be great at it. She was terrible. Turns out that was the whole point.
THE REFLECTION
At 50, It Stops.
She's not talking about what you think. Turns out the worst might already be behind us.
Just Between Us.
I used to only have time for one cup of coffee. Now I make time for two. And I enjoy every single sip.
THE WILDCARD
Teenagers Didn't Exist Until the 20th Century.
For most of human history, you were either a child or an adult. The in-between was invented. Recently.
If you know someone who'd love this, send it to them.
That's the whole ask.
There's something in it for you too.
Details below.
My answer:
How good it feels to say no. Mean it. And not feel guilty about it. Took me until my 50s to get there.
