Incognito, gone wrong

But this is not about it.

Hey,

10:54 pm

I hope this finds you well. It might probably be at the top of your mails, or the very bottom (and hopefully you get to see it). Or probably, you see it first, here, on Substack. And now, I wonder, do you get notifications from Substack? Ah, then if you do, much better!

My hope is that this gets to you.

There's so much to say, but so little words my mind can come up with at the moment. Something like how long the idea of this newsletter has been locked up in my mental pantry.

My head feels like tiny little people are up there stomping around to loud music. Though, my heart keeps pricking me, and has been pricking for a year now. Only yearning for one thing: writing newsletter. It just wants me to resurface here, overlooking the guilt of disappearing for one year. I must just yield, and not overthink.

There's so much to say, but so little my hands can type. I am exhausted from trying to put this publication together. Seriously, I am. But mostly exhausted from today's activities, from being on my phone for hours, trying to whip up designs on Canva — the most spontaneous decision I made a few hours ago. It paid off, though.

I am so exhausted. And as I lay on my bed, the persistent chirping of crickets is echoing through the darkness of this night. Almost deafening as I focus on it. It's the cricket against my thoughts, these are the only things I can hear. I'm getting irritated, and it doesn't help as the stomping in my head intensifies.

It'd be easier to stop here. Delete this, and shut my eyes, hoping sleep finds me. But, I'd rather stop here and still put this out.

At least, that's what my heart wants. Moreover, I'd love to hear from you.

How have you been? Tell me about it!

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PS: courtesy demands that I give you heads up, especially if you read the last (pretentious) mail I sent. This publication had a makeover. A new name, a new look. It used to be “The onymous writer” but it's “The unfolding” now. Priorities changed, I changed and the change to this publication was just inevitable. Bear with me, and trust that this change is for good, not evil.

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Onymously yours,

CEA. ✨