late Saturday afternoon i checked the mail on my way upstairs after a trip to trader joe’s. super exciting, right? but it was, because along with a piece of junk mail for my room mate was a little pamphlet resembling a card, addressed to me.
instead, it was an offer for a free issue of The Sun, an ad-free monthly magazine of a selection of “the most radically intimate and socially conscious writing being published today.”
what a gift! i'm curious if someone i know signed me up for it.
if you’re reading this and you signed me up, please let me know and, THANK YOU! likewise if you’re reading this, THANK YOU!
while i’m supremely grateful if an individual signed me up, overall,
the how in this case is way less important than the potential it represents.
maybe i’ll subscribe, or edit for them, or even write for them some day. who knows where this will lead?
it was so unexpected and so up my alley, i carried it upstairs like a treasure.
i decided to consider it a good omen.
of course i could’ve thought, “who sold my good name to this publication? how dare they?” and immediately recycled it.
honestly, since i started writing full-time, life has become a conveyor belt of opportunities, and i am choosing to believe several will work out.
if i can transform potential obnoxiousness into mental gold, so can you. shift your perspective and watch life fall in line.