I’m Sorry, Please Forgive Me, Thank You, I Love You

Wiping the slate clean, moving, Yom Kippur, Hoʻoponopono

I’m sorry I missed posting last week. I pledged to write about grief here on Wednesdays, and I don’t like not keeping my promises.

Please forgive me for falling short. I will make it up with extra posts over time.

Thank you for reading my words, for subscribing, for sharing my work with others you think might take something from it. Thank you also for your patience and understanding.

I love you. I genuinely love having people reading my words each week. It helps me feel like I’m fulfilling my purpose on earth. It gives me an opportunity to try to be of service and share what I have in abundance. It helps keep me sane. And it has connected me to remarkable humans all over the world.

I’m Good for the Words I Owe You

I am addicted to writing about grief. Meaning, there won’t often be weeks I don’t show up.

I once had hundreds of thousands of people reading my words every week, and I’ve felt deficient since. It is hard to set extremely high bars for yourself very young. It can leave you ver…