Writing is nothing more than a guided dream.
Jorge Luis Borges
Your Year of Playing for Real. This is the year you stop treating delight like a reward you have to earn and start treating it like the actual job, which it is for you, which it always was. A friendship that has seen you at your least curated becomes a genuine source of the year's best ideas, and you let yourself be surprised by how much the unflattering version of you is also the most generative one. Something you make just because it's fun lands in front of exactly the right person in September. The guided dream, the one you keep following sideways instead of chasing directly, turns out to be the straight line. I love that this year finally hands you the permission you didn't need anyway. The second half of the year belongs to whoever stays lightest about it. Stay light.