A little late, and I can’t think of a graceful entry point to gratitude - I can’t think of a way to write this that doesn’t sound like a college essay.
This newsletter started as a hobby - in Covid, in March 2021, something else to do while the world was shut down and I felt isolated with a new baby and a toddler. I was physically separate from the life I’d built in New York - my career, my friends, a city I loved like it was a person, blah blah boo hoo. At a moment when I should be taking full advantage of my creative power and earning potential I was benched. And postpartum. I’m not an extrovert by any means, but I missed feeling like part of something bigger, my world narrowed just to my little nuclear family - I wonder how many of you also felt like that?
Before Covid, I thought I’d had a pretty firm grip on who “I” essentially was - the big things like what I find funny and who I’d spend my life with (my excellent funny & hot husband who won’t really let me write about him or our …
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