Thank you, Emmy! It’s been a really fun part of the process to think of what picture I want to draw to go with my post instead of searching for stock images or using an AI image. It adds an element of play that makes me smile. Every time I finish a drawing, I get all proud and show it off to my family like a kindergartener.
Julie I so look forward to what you have to say. You never know what types of feels you’re going to get but I always laugh at least once and have a smile on my face at some point.
I often find myself throwing up my hands and declaring: "Well, we’re all going to die anyway!" Somehow, I find great relief in that (except when it’s filling me with dread). Big yes to all the flowers!
“I’ve come out of a long stretch of days where I was going through the motions, the unexamined life where I stuffed any question of what I was doing. I just complete the next task. I just pay the next bill. I just eat the next meal.”
The autopilot of late winter wears on me, too. The disassociation of the season. You’re writing through it/about it, though. That will move it along.
And I giggled recalling the fig tree Thanksgiving food challenge. 😅
We were outside trying to trim the tree little branch by little branch this morning. I’m going to ask my brother-in-law to teach me how to use the chainsaw this weekend. Pray for me.
I love your writing so much Julie and, as always, deeply relate. I am so often trying to figure out if my depression is hormonal or dietary or astrological or historical, but yes- let's focus on the flowers! Love you. x
This was lovely. I woke up in the middle of the night singing that song once
I so enjoy your art and illustrations that you include! <3
Thank you, Emmy! It’s been a really fun part of the process to think of what picture I want to draw to go with my post instead of searching for stock images or using an AI image. It adds an element of play that makes me smile. Every time I finish a drawing, I get all proud and show it off to my family like a kindergartener.
YES! I hope you hang some on the fridge or have a whole cork board to pin them up on <3
Julie v the fig tree: an epic tale
I don’t want to have to kill it, but I will.
Julie I so look forward to what you have to say. You never know what types of feels you’re going to get but I always laugh at least once and have a smile on my face at some point.
Thank you. That just put a smile on my face.
I often find myself throwing up my hands and declaring: "Well, we’re all going to die anyway!" Somehow, I find great relief in that (except when it’s filling me with dread). Big yes to all the flowers!
Oh yes - yes to this: ⬇️
“I’ve come out of a long stretch of days where I was going through the motions, the unexamined life where I stuffed any question of what I was doing. I just complete the next task. I just pay the next bill. I just eat the next meal.”
The autopilot of late winter wears on me, too. The disassociation of the season. You’re writing through it/about it, though. That will move it along.
And I giggled recalling the fig tree Thanksgiving food challenge. 😅
We were outside trying to trim the tree little branch by little branch this morning. I’m going to ask my brother-in-law to teach me how to use the chainsaw this weekend. Pray for me.
Hahaha. I would like you to draw an illustration of that for the next newsletter please 🙏🏼 😅
I love your writing so much Julie and, as always, deeply relate. I am so often trying to figure out if my depression is hormonal or dietary or astrological or historical, but yes- let's focus on the flowers! Love you. x