Sari, I would rejoice to be in your same position and I'd check the stripe emails as many times as you would with zero shame or guilt feelings inside. It's your baby, and when it starts talking it's party time for every new single word he says.
If you want a world that hums with life, put your money where your longing is. A city alive with footfall and conversation? Step into the street, inhabit it, let your presence be felt. Dream of cafés where the owner knows your order, the tables wobble, and the espresso is perfect? Stop ghosting them with delivery apps—sit down, stay awhile, tip like you mean it.
Same goes for Sublime. Paying for it isn’t just a transaction; it’s a signal, a small but deliberate act of world-making. You are telling the future: This belongs here.
Each Stripe email is proof that someone, somewhere, wants this world too.
I'm one of your new conversions (as of 2/24)! I really loved your AI piece and so I upped my ante. (I sent an email in response to the Welcome Packet, but I don't think it's getting through, Substack blocked it?)
Anyway, this is an interesting confession. It's the compulsive, aka, not intentional part that we don't like. That is, I don't like it in myself. When it gets to the volume where I'm noticing that it affects my mood (way up or way down), then it's something to listen to. I invoke a mini-fast/schedule on the compulsive checking of some recent post. Like I won't check after X time at night or before I've had any coffee. Get the phone away from the bed...make yourself walk to it ...Anyway, my first time posting on any Substack. -Wendy Barrett
Sari, I would rejoice to be in your same position and I'd check the stripe emails as many times as you would with zero shame or guilt feelings inside. It's your baby, and when it starts talking it's party time for every new single word he says.
<3 this
If you want a world that hums with life, put your money where your longing is. A city alive with footfall and conversation? Step into the street, inhabit it, let your presence be felt. Dream of cafés where the owner knows your order, the tables wobble, and the espresso is perfect? Stop ghosting them with delivery apps—sit down, stay awhile, tip like you mean it.
Same goes for Sublime. Paying for it isn’t just a transaction; it’s a signal, a small but deliberate act of world-making. You are telling the future: This belongs here.
Each Stripe email is proof that someone, somewhere, wants this world too.
God this is good!!!!
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I'm one of your new conversions (as of 2/24)! I really loved your AI piece and so I upped my ante. (I sent an email in response to the Welcome Packet, but I don't think it's getting through, Substack blocked it?)
Anyway, this is an interesting confession. It's the compulsive, aka, not intentional part that we don't like. That is, I don't like it in myself. When it gets to the volume where I'm noticing that it affects my mood (way up or way down), then it's something to listen to. I invoke a mini-fast/schedule on the compulsive checking of some recent post. Like I won't check after X time at night or before I've had any coffee. Get the phone away from the bed...make yourself walk to it ...Anyway, my first time posting on any Substack. -Wendy Barrett