I've Been Buried, But I'm Alive

 

Happy Friday and Happy 4th of July, my loves!

 

I've been buried—head down, fully immersed—and I'm finally surfacing for air. I'm writing you from Austin, Texas, where I'm taking a much-needed breather after grinding through 12-hour workdays.

 

The big news? My new manuscript is officially DONE and in the hands of my publisher. Holy. Shit. What a journey it's been.

 

Before I shut my laptop for the next week (and yes, I'm absolutely doing that), I just wanted to drop in and wish you the most beautiful holiday weekend. I'm feeling so grateful to be celebrating with my dear friends Khris and May, watching fireworks with their two little ones, and ringing in Khris's birthday with some joy and magic.

 

Time feels like it's flying lately—can you relate? The older I get, the faster it seems to move. I read something recently that really stuck with me: time feels slower when we're kids because everything is new, everything is filled with wonder. And wonder slows us down in the best way.

 

So this weekend, I'm giving myself permission to slow all the way down—and I hope you do too. Be fully present in the laughter, the food, the fireworks, the conversations. Let yourself feel it all. That's where the real magic lives.

 

Until next week, I love you.