A small brown bird is dead in the backyard. No sign of how or why. I think it might have run into the garage window but the window is shuttered, it is not reflective in the way windows that kill birds often are. Still, the bird is dead.
I think being me feels like being a bunch of kids in a trench coat, really well disguised, so truly no one notices, in a way that is sometimes a source of joy (quick access to unbridled silliness) and sometimes not (fear, smallness, unstable sense of self)
Always, always, always love to read your writing, Amy! I treasure it.
I just discovered your Substack and I'm glad I did.
Lately, I'm the strongest most surest person I know. But I still feel like a very tiny child, like I need to curl up and hide from the world. I don't know how I can be both so strong and so constantly vulnerable.
I love your writing. And what a generous question, "what does it feel like to be you?" Who wouldn't want to be asked that?
I feel insubstantial as a ghost, but not in a bad way… I can come and go and slip away as I need. I don't feel important, which means I don't owe anyone anything. I do what I want, like I'm invisible. Invisible but with secrets.
Also… six hours researching a knife for a friend? I would totally do the same thing.
I think being me feels like being a bunch of kids in a trench coat, really well disguised, so truly no one notices, in a way that is sometimes a source of joy (quick access to unbridled silliness) and sometimes not (fear, smallness, unstable sense of self)
Always, always, always love to read your writing, Amy! I treasure it.
I just discovered your Substack and I'm glad I did.
Lately, I'm the strongest most surest person I know. But I still feel like a very tiny child, like I need to curl up and hide from the world. I don't know how I can be both so strong and so constantly vulnerable.
I can so completely feel this state of duality. It is mine too. TYSM for being here.
I love your writing. And what a generous question, "what does it feel like to be you?" Who wouldn't want to be asked that?
I feel insubstantial as a ghost, but not in a bad way… I can come and go and slip away as I need. I don't feel important, which means I don't owe anyone anything. I do what I want, like I'm invisible. Invisible but with secrets.
Also… six hours researching a knife for a friend? I would totally do the same thing.
Tina this moved me so much -- thank you for being here.
All of this is so wonderful to hear, Amy. Thank you, as always, for sharing 🥰🙏
TYSM for reading Lindsay xo (HERE AFTER IN YOUR PROFILE PICTURE HAS ME SENT!)
This brought me back into myself this morning & let me see myself with more space. Thank you, as always, friend.
the highest honor to be read and seen by you xo