Well — yesterday’s post seems to have struck a nerve. It had the highest views of any piece I’ve published here, brought in new subscribers (yes, even as I said I was pausing), and sparked a wave of thoughtful comments and outreach. Intriguing, to say the least.
A couple of quick notes:
🤦🏼♀️ Oops. If you noticed the post was duplicated in your inbox — that was me. I accidentally pasted the piece twice into the email version (Google Docs + autopilot = human error). Thanks for your patience.
✌️ I’m fine. I’m tired. I’m fed up. But I’m not giving up. I’m simply taking my writing behind the scenes, to the private pages of my book, for now.
I know I’m sometimes too open for people and that can make them uncomfortable. But it’s also what has led so many of you to reach out and share your own stories of struggle and resilience, which is an incredible gift that I do not take lightly.
Writing a memoir means being open. Even, perhaps especially, about my own missteps and lessons learned. I’ve asked myself (and my editor) more than once whether I’m really capable of that level of honesty. I’ll be real with you: I’ve also been working with a personal branding agency on how to hold both worlds, the professional and the deeply personal, at the same time. It’s not easy. But it’s necessary.
So thank you. For sticking around. For reading. For witnessing.
More to come — just not here, not now.
Thanks for reading.
- Christine
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