Well done on surviving the merriment.1
It’s a time for waxing nostalgic. Indulge me.
On this day last year, I had eight subscribers.
Five of them were closely related to me or lived with me (Joel). Two were irl friends. Only one was a person I’ve never met (they know who they who they are 🙋🏻♀️ thanks for being here so long 🙏).
Now, I realise that my last few posts have been mildly … critical of Substack. That’s ok. All great relationships are a bit love-hate. We only hate if we care? We criticise if we love?
These are the justifications for an abusive relationship?
Anyway.
My point is I have Substack to thank for almost 800 of you out there in Internet land finding my word-parcels and liking them enough to keep receiving them this year.
That is lovely. It fills me with gratitude and incredulity in equal measures.
Thank you for being here.
And thanks Substack. I’m grateful for the space and the control and the autonomy you afford me — even as I harangue you for your failings l…
