Okay. Whatever you’re doing right now—stop. Like actually stop. Take a whole-ass minute to just take some deep breaths. I’ll wait. I believe in. you.
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Now… what did you hear? What it's like to be your butt with half a human weighing down on it? Is it comfortable? Does it have regrets? Can you feel that faint static on your skin? That’s called
being alive, and congratulations, you’re doing it.
That’s kinda what
Thomas Jackson’s work (above) did to me this week. It looks like a trippy screensaver from a 2002 Mac, but it’s just wind, fabric, and probably a little existential therapy.
Today's newsletter is a fun one. I enjoyed pulling these links together. I've been collecting a list of small-business gift ideas because, you know, support artisans, buy experiences, resist the toddler side of capitalism... but halfway through I realized… this is just another way to optimize and compare, ugh. It’s like hustle wearing linen pants. It's so easy to turn everything into a "should".
I like playing with the idea that decaf is about shaking the
shoulds, without being an irresponsible bug. Being decaf isn’t about self-improvement. It’s about hustle-interruption. It’s pausing before you accidentally sign up for another mindfulness app that yells at you to relax better. Pause better. Let’s not turn chill into another sport, okay? Cool, we agree.
Now go have a weekend. Hug someone. Make eye contact with your barista like a real person. Commit a random act of kindness without tagging anyone.
xoxo,
Team Wimp
