The Sunday Circle
The thoughts, stories, and small moments that don't fit in a single letter — but feel worth writing down anyway.
There's a window of time in May — maybe two or three weeks at most — where the air is exactly right. Not hot yet. Not cold anymore. Just this perfect in-between where you can sit outside in the evening and hear everything.
Read morePeople ask me all the time how The Sunday Letters started. The honest answer is that it started the same way most things in my life start — with a feeling I couldn't shake and a question I kept asking myself.
Read moreI want to tell you about the moment right before you open an envelope. Not the tearing — before that. The holding it. The second where you already know something good is inside and you haven't let yourself have it yet.
Read moreI've been thinking about what it means to choose slow in a world built for fast. Not slow like lazy. Slow like intentional. Slow like you're paying attention to the thing in front of you instead of the seventeen things behind it.
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