Dancing Sober, Biking Sunburned, Filming Afraid

In this letter, I reflect on what it means to choose yourself, on purpose, and often. I talk about the gift of solo dates, the kind where you take yourself to the fanciest sushi restaurant (that happens to be a 5 minute walk from your house that you've always wanted to go to but never let yourself) and remember how much you like your own company.There are stories from this summer: some bright, some bruised. A beach day that introduced me to the sport of Waboba (yes, it's a real thing). A moment of a friendship shrivelling up in the sun like rotten fruit, and the slow work of making peace with that. I’ve also been thinking about content creation not as the cringe-worthy 'content creatorship output machine' but rather as memory keeping. Tiny ways to mark that we were here, that it mattered. Shouting that into the void. Maybe someone will hear us. This one is for anyone learning to trust their own rhythm again. You’re allowed to be your own favorite person. Mostly, I hope this one reminds you to choose yourself, often and on purpose. Like a Pokémon.