I know you all think of me as a bodiless, omnipotent advice vapor, but today I break that finely-crafted illusion. I am, in fact, corporal. I’m human, even, and I’ll prove it to you. Below, in place of the divine-level wisdom you’ve come to expect, you’ll find a heap of excuses:
There’s a longer version of the my-many-moves tale, but the point is I’m taking a pause this week from telling you what to do because I’m tired and I want to be present here for a second.
So how about this: why don’t you tell me what to do? I’ve been doing this newsletter for two months now, and I love it. I love getting a li’l peek into your lives. But how can I make it better? Are there things you want to see? Topics? Approaches? Segments? More of me? Less of me? Guest columnists? Videos? Extras? You’re the experts! You tell me!
Or, barring any of that, maybe you have advice on where to put my books. I’m leaning towards a bookshelf, but piles on the floor is a close second.
And as always, you can send me your anonymous questions here.
Until next week,
S
ONE thing I think you could do is "ask an expert"--a la Dan Savage. "I spoke with Butty McButterson, head of the Institute for Combing Your Hair, who says that fleas..." And then accept or disregard such advice entirely with whimsical sketches. And part of giving good, honest advice is that sometimes you are all out of good, honest advice. "I'm sorry, I got nothing for you, but, you know, gambatte kudasai." I like a good book case, but wall-mounted shelves take up less space and can be placed more strategically.
Get a bookcase and enjoy your new home. You’re doing great, so more of you is welcome. P. S. What a great mom!