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