‘Isn’t that how it always is if you let the worry get you? It comes back, in new shapes and shadows, consumes every thought if you choose to let it.’
This resonated so much. I’ve been spiralling back into anxiety over these past few months and it’s true, somehow it takes on a completely different form, whilst also remaining exactly the same.
How refreshing that you are sharing old posts. I used to micro-blog on Instagram and Facebook, as well, Kayti, and I had the same idea to resurrect these flash reflections and publish them on Substack. Many of the pieces that will be coming out this summer are from two to four years ago.
Also, I did not know people were sending you their old essays and that you were planning to share some of them. That's generous of you.
My favorite aspect of what you posted today was how you mentioned the hills and that you probably wouldn't remember them when you returned to them, but there would be new hills to climb, anyway. LOVE that metaphor. It's gorgeous.
Oh god I had the opportunity to see José Gonzalez in a small theatre in Brisbane, Australia in 2005. But I had a flight early the next morning so I skipped it. A few months later he exploded in popularity and it's a huge nostalgic regret for not seeing him in that intimate space all those years ago. Your piece is brilliant too. Loved how sharp and sincere it is 💕💕💕
Wow, that last paragraph! My heart!
So, so lovely 💛💛
‘Isn’t that how it always is if you let the worry get you? It comes back, in new shapes and shadows, consumes every thought if you choose to let it.’
This resonated so much. I’ve been spiralling back into anxiety over these past few months and it’s true, somehow it takes on a completely different form, whilst also remaining exactly the same.
How refreshing that you are sharing old posts. I used to micro-blog on Instagram and Facebook, as well, Kayti, and I had the same idea to resurrect these flash reflections and publish them on Substack. Many of the pieces that will be coming out this summer are from two to four years ago.
Also, I did not know people were sending you their old essays and that you were planning to share some of them. That's generous of you.
My favorite aspect of what you posted today was how you mentioned the hills and that you probably wouldn't remember them when you returned to them, but there would be new hills to climb, anyway. LOVE that metaphor. It's gorgeous.
What a lovely piece of writing. I'm here for nostalgic summer.
Oh god I had the opportunity to see José Gonzalez in a small theatre in Brisbane, Australia in 2005. But I had a flight early the next morning so I skipped it. A few months later he exploded in popularity and it's a huge nostalgic regret for not seeing him in that intimate space all those years ago. Your piece is brilliant too. Loved how sharp and sincere it is 💕💕💕
😫 I feel the regret with you!!
A COVER?? 🤯
I know!! 😱