Dear friends,

It’s nighttime here in Central Asia. Each evening since I’ve been here, I open this app to see what’s new with my Substack community. But each night, I have so little to give at the end of the day. I’m pouring out more than usual and left exhausted, accidentally falling asleep while I put my boys to bed most nights.

This may be a season where I don’t have much to offer.

So I want to say thank you—

for receiving me, even when I have so little to give.