Had the most lovely hour at the Colorado Substacker meetup with

and

Miter

. Talking about writing with people who really get the rollercoaster of emotions that come with it is quite special.

A part of me was more than a little nervous to go. “Just bail,” it whispered to me.

While something else inside me wanted to lean into this thing I love doing…keep legitimizing it as something that matters to me. Which is, as it turns out, remarkably scary to do.

I fully understand the part of me that was nervous. Thankfully that piece of me was willing to trust I’d be OK. And I was. More than OK. OK + some belly laughs and flickers of belonging.

Thank you

for mentioning this was coming up otherwise I would have missed this moment in time. Community wasn’t a conscious consideration when I joined Substack as a writer, but it’s part of why I stay when my nervous bits get loud.