Sunday in Brooklyn Not the wildly popular one in Williamsburg that people wait 3 hours to squeeze into and devour the cakiest of pancakes (yet, maybe I’ll host such an experience someday), but just my home on a Sunday, making the @nytcooking buttermilk pancakes recipe, jamming to the @encantomovie soundtrack and sending voice messages back and forth with a great friend— another writer. She’s the kind of person who is like a really flattering mirror. I see all the best sides of myself with her. She and I were talking about feeling fraudulent. I was having a day yesterday with the side of myself that won’t shut up about measurement. The side of myself that wants metrics and data, my own personal “success auditor”, demanding ROIs and KPIs, making all sorts of projections based on age and resume credit… I felt a strong sense of “I should be further along” and like an absolute joke for wanting the things I want. After telling my friend about it this morning she says “feeling like a fraud is a great sign that you’re actually doing it.” And I thought back on my most recent newsletter, a love letter to rejection. And it occurred to me that rejection and imposter syndrome are actually just advanced versions of inspiration. It’s not immediately obvious how to use either of them, but they’re around for a purpose, just the same as any other stroke of inspiration. I obviously prefer the easy kind that has me giddily scratching away at my journal instead of the tougher kind that suggests I quit. But both ultimately do the same thing— they stir my need to talk about thoughts that all get poured into the same bowl eventually. Sometimes sweet, sometimes salty, but ingredients just the same for something delicious… or an utter atrocity that I’d never serve to anyone. But if it’s fun to make then who cares right? There will always be a ravenous “Joey” around who eats everything and doesn’t really care about the artistry of it. Those people are great to eat with and talk to, always welcome at my personal version of Sunday in Brooklyn. … #sundayinbrooklyn #fraudulent #rejection #impostersyndrome #inspiration #nytcooking #buttermilkpancakes #makingit #processing #measurement (at Brooklyn, New York) https://www.instagram.com/p/CaNd4luO1pe/?utm_medium=tumblr

:::✨NEW FFF ROUNDUP✨::: This one felt like it wrote itself. There’s been so much new energy coming in so hot lately that I’d feel almost blistered by if it didn’t put somewhere. So here it is, the energy du jour wrapped into one neat package that includes: - Thoughts on dealing with holding patterns - A love letter to rejection - A play date with my younger self - A strong take on the need to celebrate everyday moments - New collaborative playlist With love always 🤎 … Link in bio #newenergy #rejection #collaborativeplaylist #loveletters #beinginit #winning #formfollowsfunction #bubblegum #cozycelebration #shootingshots https://www.instagram.com/p/CZ7JwFkuNGb/?utm_medium=tumblr