Substack’s back, I’m dancing again, and we’re all a little lonely—let’s talk
Hey you,
Let’s just get straight to it: yes, things look a little different around here. No, I’m not spiraling (yet). I moved back to this Substack platform, and honestly? She’s simple, she’s functional, and she works for me. My last platform was like that one “cool” friend who’s always perfectly styled and posting but somehow forgets to text you back. Substack, on the other hand, is giving... reliability. If you’re into that, welcome back. If you’re not, here’s your moment to exit gracefully. :)
Still here? Amazing. Here’s what’s changing: I’m bringing my podcast + newsletter back from the dead. Yup, I started recording it two years ago, buried it under “I’ll finish this when I have my life together,” and now—surprise!—it’s finally happening. It’s all about my early days in Seattle and the voices I wish I’d shared sooner. So, if you love stories, banter, and unfiltered reflections, buckle up; its called The Tampon Aisle.
New episodes are coming straight to your inbox this WEEK.
Also, because I’m nothing if not ambitious (and maybe a little too idealistic), I’m creating a space where we can talk about these newsletters, podcasts, and more. Think of it as a digital living room—on Substack and WhatsApp—where you can support this work, meet others, share thoughts, and maybe even snag an early invite to events, retreats, or appointments with me for $6/mo. Consider this your inside scoop.
But let’s cut to why we’re actually here.
We’re lonely, and I need to talk about it.
Yes, I’m calling you out. But mostly, I’m calling myself out. For years, I’ve been flipping between “I crave connection” and “Oh my god, everyone leave me alone.” Sound familiar? It’s like some cruel cosmic joke: when I’m alone, I want people; when I’m with people, I want solitude. Apparently, this is a universal thing (at least according to my friends, clients, and family who keep saying the same thing).
The deeper truth, though? We’re not actually present with ourselves.
Think about it: you’re out with a friend, wishing you were home in sweatpants. But instead of deciding to stay home, you justify being there—“I’m doing it for them. They need me.” Meanwhile, you’re at home scrolling Instagram, craving human connection, but when a friend texts, you’re too drained to respond. What if both scenarios are really just our bodies screaming for us to be in alignment with what we actually need?
Here’s a wild idea: what if we stopped fighting ourselves? What if we crafted a life that felt so deeply true to us, so full of sacredness and creativity, that connection with others became an overflow—not a desperate reach to fill a void?
Full disclosure: I am learning to be that person.
So, how do we find this elusive alignment? How do we live in congruence with our desires when life is pulling us in a million directions—emails, group chats, the endless scroll of doom?
For me, it’s movement. A big open floor, loud music, and zero choreography. Sometimes it’s cooking with no recipe. For you, it might be something completely different. But here’s the thing: we have to stop justifying why we can’t live sacred, creative lives.
What if the simple act of honoring what you want was enough?
You don’t need to justify it to anyone—not your boss, not your partner, not the imaginary jury in your head.
You just need to want it.
Because when you show up for yourself, you show up alive. You show up intuitive. And honestly? That’s the energy the world needs more of.
So, what do you desire?
And when are you going to let yourself have it?
xo,
Me
PS.. stay tuned for my first p-cast episode dropping this week~ follow along and share if you’re into it
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