I wrote an entire essay about paint and then deleted it. In all the words on the page, I couldn’t find the point, couldn’t figure out what I was trying to say. It’s been a beautiful start to the year, which feels strange and unfamiliar after 2023. I’ve been so scared to move forward, to see what the future holds. And yet, January has been soft to me. I believe I’ve lost an entire inch simply from relaxing my shoulders. Winter light accompanies the hours I spend at my desk dreaming and writing. It filters through the blinds and barren trees, promising future warmth while also offering it now. If I stand still long enough on the sidewalk and close my eyes, I can taste this light like sweet butter.
'Winter light accompanies the hours I spend at my desk dreaming and writing. It filters through the blinds and barren trees, promising future warmth while also offering it now.' Love this
Love reading your words, and essay full of reflection and I might add, all quite inspirational. My personal thoughts - reminds me of a song from the Fantastiks ..(September/ " without hurt the heart is hollow") your love for self, others and the simple, is expanding, deepening through this chapter of your life. Sending peace & grace💛
Thank you for putting your thoughts out there. I love the imagery of starting over with a clean slate for a new year with "white walls" for the living room. Your writing really speaks to me in a way that's familiar, as if i know you as a close friend. You style is very inviting. The funk of resolving that your okay with out children, might be the thing that brings them to your life..
I appreciate you not pushing your feelings aside, but sharing them with us.
Kayti, when you wrote about finding God and inner voice again, and trusting both, I felt it lift off the page.
This essay resounded as something that echoes from my own thoughts and feelings, from my own life in many ways.
It's strange yet consoling to read another writer's words and realize that you have been reflecting upon - and writing about - similar themes, coming to similar conclusions.
I've scheduled out my weekly Substack posts through the end of March, and at least one of my essays describes the simple yet powerful things that ground me, much as you do here. Perhaps you will stumble upon it in a month or two and see yourself in some of my life, too. ❤️
Beautiful piece Kayti! Sums up exactly how I’ve been feeling these past few months, but put together so thoughtfully in your words 💭
Wow, this is really really beautiful. Such a personal yet relatable experience which you have conveyed very well. Here's to being okay in 2024! x
'Winter light accompanies the hours I spend at my desk dreaming and writing. It filters through the blinds and barren trees, promising future warmth while also offering it now.' Love this
Stunning. Your words resonated deeply, as they always do.
This was so beautiful and tender. Wishing you a gentle and kind 2024 🤍
Love reading your words, and essay full of reflection and I might add, all quite inspirational. My personal thoughts - reminds me of a song from the Fantastiks ..(September/ " without hurt the heart is hollow") your love for self, others and the simple, is expanding, deepening through this chapter of your life. Sending peace & grace💛
This made me feel extremely emotional, so powerful, so much feeling, so much pain, truth and healing... Extraordinary. Thank you <3
Beautiful share. I am glad the world around you has caught you as you fell and that you're emerging into this new part of yourself.
I enjoyed every minute of reading this. The way this piece flowed and caressed the corners of my heart was exactly what I needed this morning.
Hopeful for what lies ahead for you.
Such a powerful essay, Kayti (and thank you for the mention!)
Oh man - Blank Canvas! How perfect, ha.
Also, as someone who has been in that same very deep dark hole after failed IVF, I am so happy to hear you are emerging out of it.
This was incredibly beautiful. Sending you warm fuzzies!
Thank you for putting your thoughts out there. I love the imagery of starting over with a clean slate for a new year with "white walls" for the living room. Your writing really speaks to me in a way that's familiar, as if i know you as a close friend. You style is very inviting. The funk of resolving that your okay with out children, might be the thing that brings them to your life..
I appreciate you not pushing your feelings aside, but sharing them with us.
Lovely words and much compassion for the ups and downs of the creative life. (Also: Uncanny Valley! I forgot how much I loved that book.)
This was hauntingly beautiful and fragile to read. Thank you for your vulnerability and your beautiful writing x
Kayti, when you wrote about finding God and inner voice again, and trusting both, I felt it lift off the page.
This essay resounded as something that echoes from my own thoughts and feelings, from my own life in many ways.
It's strange yet consoling to read another writer's words and realize that you have been reflecting upon - and writing about - similar themes, coming to similar conclusions.
I've scheduled out my weekly Substack posts through the end of March, and at least one of my essays describes the simple yet powerful things that ground me, much as you do here. Perhaps you will stumble upon it in a month or two and see yourself in some of my life, too. ❤️