Holy crap y'all, it's been a week. You too? Don't worry, I got you some dope links to tickle your brain noodle.
You ever have one of those stretches where the gap between what you expected life to feel like and what it actually feels like is so wide you can't even see the other side? It's called existential constipation. Scientists tell us that regular constipation is already no fun. The existential kind is especially gnarly. Here's what we keep landing on though: we control basically zilch in this ol life.
We don't control who's runnin' the country, not the billionaire doofuses, not other people's personalities. We get to choose is who we hang with, the cool shit we do each day, and how big and chunky we let our gratitude get compared to our complaints. I mean there IS stuff to complain about, but it just makes your day smell worse. Eff that.
What we're cooking over here.
This is week two of us showing up with all 100% of Wimp personality in this newsletter. We're turning it up, and dialing it in . We want it to be something you genuinely love reading, clicking, and licking (if that's your thing).
Real talk: Wimp is break-even right now. Which is nothing to dismiss! It's not losing money, but not paying us yet either. But we're gonna do things different. No ads. No influencers. No bullshit. If we can't get there, we rethink the whole thing.
That's the adventure of the next eight months and we're glad you're along for it. It's gonna be dope. If you're hungry for a little decaf surprise, check below —
30% off Bekele, which we don't think we've ever done. Grab some.
