There are days you don't feel like starting. Days that make you want to press the fast forward button and pretend you're not real for 24h or more. And then you force your eyes open, and realize you've somehow gotten a third supporter on “Buy me a coffee”.

Being on Substack helped me get myself back together in so many ways, and I'll admit I think a veeery delulu part of me keeps waiting for a break, for my chance to turn, hoping it might help me get back on my feet financially too. Is that a bad/silly thing to admit, the elephant in the room I shouldn't address ? Probably.

Getting paid for my words, these words that matter so much to me, for that passion that consumes me, that thing that helps me breathe, that has been taking the majority of my time for more than four months now is THE dream, I won't lie and pretend otherwise. So when I am, it always feels like a little miracle. Thank you to those who have and hopefully to those who will keep feeding my perhaps unrealistic aspirations and my zeal, especially when my flame feels very small ❤️