Introducing: Life In Every Word.
Newsletters feel like the new blogs, so it only feels apropos that I name this after a song from the aughts—Clark Gable by The Postal Service.
And I want life in every word to the extent that it’s absurd.
I don’t live life in half-measures (for better or for worse?). A friend’s husband once said of her friends, “Everyone you know really lives life out loud.”
And I do. I imbue everything I do with personality, from the poop emoji doggie bag dispenser to my palm tree checks. My twist on “if something’s worth doing it’s worth doing well” is “if something’s worth buying, it’s worth being cute.” (I am who I am.)
So I’ve been thinking about starting a newsletter for a while, but I wanted it all perfect. The best name. A clear vision of what it would be, for me to focus my writing, for you to know what to expect.
So much of the content we consume on the internet these days is meticulously planned, to maximize eyeballs and dollars. I’ve been searching for a niche, thinking about what my purpose should be, etc, etc, but then I saw a great TikTok from Elyse Myers about being creative for creative’s sake.
I briefly tried a patreon last year about mental health, but it felt like work, not like fun. Who knows, maybe as I build a private practice, I will want to put out that kind of content, but after planning social media content for brands for a decade, I can’t force myself on my own platforms—at least for right now, I’d prefer the byline and to do it for someone else.
This is a long way of saying that I’m going to start this and see where it takes me, and I hope you’ll come along for the ride. I would guess it will include mental health, therapy, dogs, writing, running, coffee and random retail obsessions—in no particular order. It will range from the frivolous to the dark, sometimes in the same piece.
For so long, I’ve been so afraid of writing on the internet again. The internet has become so unkind, that that makes the fear of putting out something that’s not perfect even higher. Something I haven’t figured out how to poke all the holes in myself so that nobody else could. I’m gonna let myself be like Swiss cheese, holes and all.
Like many people who put content onto the internet—especially women—I’m afraid of being “canceled” but that means I cancel myself before I even start. I’m going to have faith that I’m a decent person with good intentions and hope that my impact matches that.
Why NOT me?
Thanks for joining me on this ride!
xo,
Theodora