My apologies

Planning ahead has not been my forte lately

Happy Monday! Now that many of you have subscribed to newsletter for a few weeks, you’ve likely come to expect a little something in your inbox right about now.

Today’s newsletter will truly be a little something — emphasis on the “little” — because I haven’t really had time to write it.

My plan last week was to come up with something interesting and clever to wax poetic about before I got on a plane to New York City on Thursday. Ryan helped me narrow down a few ideas, but the truth is that I just never made the time to develop any of them into an essay.

Traveling stresses me out and I think I spent two or three days last week packing and dealing with petty organizational tasks around the house. That probably wasn’t necessary, and I probably did have time to write, but I just never felt like it. It was better to stay on my feet, occupied with silly things.

So that brings me to today. It’s Saturday night and I’m sitting in a hotel in downtown Brooklyn, getting ready for another packed day of doing things in the city. I’ve been wanting to make time to write this, but I just haven’t had the energy to.

So here I am, apologizing for a lackluster newsletter this Monday. I promise — really promise!! — to come back next week with something a bit more interesting.

Being in the city again is reminding me of all sorts of important things I could write about one day, such as how miserable it is trying to find a public restroom in New York. Or what it feels like to have access to a train that can take you almost anywhere you wanna go instead of being forced to drive 24/7 (which is hell of a lot nicer even when the train is slow).

For now I’ll spare you the details. Instead, I’ll leave you with this goofy picture my sister took of me eating breakfast in a mall food court.

P.S. — Thank you all for your enthusiastic feedback on last week’s newsletter about my struggle to finish reading books after starting them. Many of you shared similar stories, scholarly work, and yes, even books, that have since enlightened me on how relatable this struggle is. Most valuably, I learned that I am far from alone, which makes dealing with this problem seem less daunting.