Things I've been meaning to tell you
It's Wednesday, and here's your Sunday Letter.
Because I'm in Goblin Mode.
Which feels fucking amazing.
Since Friday, the only real effort I've made is on a 1,000p jigsaw puzzle.
On Saturday, my biggest achievement was finding the sherry at Total Wine and More. (It's in the dessert wine section).
On Sunday, I was too cozy and charmed by my sweetheart and fireplace to ever get actually dressed, much less write something.
On Monday, I went to Pilates in the morning . . . and then got real busy watching All Rise, which is and isn't a good show. I also ate cheese and crackers for dinner.
Yesterday? I have no idea. What even is time. I know I coached someone and finally finished the yellow succulent section of the aforementioned puzzle. I saw some good reels of dogs and cats on Instagram.
Today I seem to have a tweense of energy available, to write to you. So here's what I've been meaning to tell you:
I'm doing a New Year's Evolution gathering. It will be both grounding and inspiring, and will help you bring closure to 2022 and begin 2023 on a purposeful note.
It's this weekend - Dec 31 and Jan 1 - from 2-3p ET, on Zoom. You can read about it here and sign up here. It's $222, and I'm donating half the proceeds to A Wider Circle, a local-to-me organization that supports people in starting over.
If you haven't already, it's a good time to get my life-enchanting planner, Time Witchery. It contains my own daily self-coaching practice. It will help you cultivate deep self-trust. This will serve you in all your modes, including Goblin.
Okay, I'm re-Goblining now. And I hope you're already there. I hope you have the softest pants on. I hope you have a weird breakfast. I hope you opt out of anything at all effortful. I hope you snooze and lounge and occasionally wander around seeking snacks like your dog or cat.
I hope you trust that your Goblin knows exactly what you need.
And I hope you notice that the world does not fall apart when you stop trying to hold it all together.
love,
Natalie