It’s Saturday afternoon. The sun is doing that thing where it paints the dust in quiet beams. It's beautiful, and it also makes my OCD wonder how I can breathe with all that dust in the air. Regardless, the plants seem into it. I am too.
The holidays are coming right up, and among the hype, fun, frenzy, and nostalgia, I’m noticing how much I need to get my head above water and breathe. Writing this email each week helps with that. It forces me to stop, figure out where I am, and name what’s actually real.
Right now, it's this: My wife is out playing with her girlfriends. My daughter reluctantly cleaning her room, but I’m about to interrupt her and tell her she can take a break and go on a walk with me and the dog. Later we’ll probably make cookies or cinnamon rolls. Tonight we’re watching Back to the Future Part II because we watched Part I last night and it was somehow even better than I remembered.
The other way to live is in some story. I don't know about you, but mine can be loud. Make more money. Go faster. You’re running out of time. I’ve learned I have to intentionally call BS on those stories. Not gently.
Directly. They aren't the realest real, and they don’t get to run the day, or my precious life.
I’m grateful I can try something different. I can't know the outcome, but I know this, I’m more rested and less stressed than I’ve ever been. Decaffeinating my work life and the way I show up in the world has become one of my highest priorities.
Wimp is a coffee company. Yes, we want to sell you coffee. Specifically I want our decaf to be the decaf you're willing to sign up to make your monthly bet on chill. But more than that, I want to just be calm together. Less noise. Slower, but better. Delicious cups along the way.
Have a good weekend.
Matthew
