Newsletter Therapy

Hey Reader! I fell into a wormhole of the time-warp variety over the weekend. The setting was Eugene, Oregon, where I misspent a chunk of my youth with a cast of characters who all deserve their own reality shows. It was a reunion of sorts, though that term is generally used by an organization of some kind (family, high school, summer camp) and this was more a collection of people who used to hang out together. The surreality of spending time in a place I no longer inhabit with people I no...

Hey Reader! You know how sometimes you’re low-key stressed 😣 about a thing and then you finally decide to face that thing head-on 💪🏻 only to realize it’s not only NOT a mountain 🚫, but the molehill it may have been has been abandoned by its rodent residents, rejected even by the ants 🐜, and is now merely a pile of dirt? 🏔️→ 🧹 Yeah, that just happened to me. I was in a membership. A super fantastic, really helpful, totally-worth-the-money membership. ✨ I attended weekly for years. But then...

Hey Reader! It's the end of the year and the garden needs all kinds of cleaning up. 🍂 And as usual I'm wondering how I've spent years working at it only to have it look the way it does. Which is to say, terrific - if you're not looking at it through my specific set of eyeballs. 👀 Because while I've been working on my yards (or gardens, or plots of land, or whatever) for 20 years now they don't look, I guess, the way I think 20 years of concerted effort should look. But the thing is, I'm not A...

Hey Reader! I’m logging my most recently completed book in Goodreads, and checking out my stats. I’ve read 70 books so far this year. Last year I read 96, in 2023 it was 106. So yeah, that’s pretty much how I spend my free time. No judgment, please! To be fair, I come by this particular obsession honestly; I'm not even the biggest reader in my family. It's a Williamson thing; we're all gluttons for the written word. Here's what family vacations looked like: My mother is doing the Sunday Times...

Hey Reader! I wholeheartedly subscribe to the ‘good enough’ theory of nearly everything. (Parenting is a glaring exception - how can I be satisfied with being a good enough parent when my children obviously deserve so much more? But I digress.) Good enough housecleaning or jobbing or budgeting or whatever is just that; good enough. It’s an antidote to the perfectionism that burns so bright in the breast of most entrepreneurs. Do it, get it done, stop stressing about the itty-bitty details. If...