As I sit here, taking a comp day earned by showing up to work on a day that work was canceled because of snow (LOL), Simon & Garfunkel’s Hazy Shade of Winter keeps running through my head. It’s snowing AGAIN today - no way!? Not in the winter.
I helped my husband shovel snow this morning for the exercise (mid-life, we move, or we die). This snow reminds me of clean, fresh, quiet beginnings - pristine, hushed, and so very soothing. It was immensely refreshing to be out in that gray, wet, wonderland for a while. After I write this, I’ll attempt to build a snow creature.
The reason I was unaware of the snow day at work is because I don’t listen to, watch, or read news. ANY news. Why do we need constant, endless, streaming reminders of the infinite imperilment of humankind? I also don’t have work tech on my personal device or log on to work before I leave for in-office workdays. Personal time is just that - personal. And this is what brings me to why I love Substack.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…
The blank page before me - intimidating but freeing. The first time I tried to write a post I was lost. That blank page was confusing me because surely it could NOT be this simple. Ah, BUT it is.
The (mostly) beautiful thoughts spilling from countless others. I find myself subscribing to almost everyone. Please refer to my disdain for social media above. I find myself subscribing to almost everyone.
The ugly thoughts spilling from others. Fewer than the beautiful ones, but equally loved. Why? Because NO moderators. NO impediments to free speech. Without open discourse we’re just animals fighting for mates.
The outright, blatant support of so many others who’ve walked into this emerald city before me. I love you all for the free help that just shows up on my feed, like a path to paradise strewn with rose petals. Laura Pashby’s Small Stories, Karen Cherry’s Pubstack Success, Tesstamona’s Memento Mori Alchemy, Rachel Haywire, Coleman’s A Convict’s Perspective, and the list goes on and on. I’ve only been active on Substack for a week or two and it’s already a place I love to be.
No spam - enough said.
No ads - enough said.
Free subscriptions while I learn about those for which I’d pay.
On the flipside, no pressure for me to add a pay portal to my publication. I hope I’ll know when the time is right.
We set our own pace, my subscribers and me.
It feels like a portal to another place, another time, another me. It’s exciting and scary but also just the right place for me at this right moment in time. I appreciate it. I appreciate you.
If you’re happy with this, please share it with your world. I appreciate you reading either way. Peace.
Thank you all
Thanks. I love it here