The following essay was written & published from a coffee shop on Long Island on December 2, 2015. Given the major theme I’ve attempted - fairly unsuccessfully I believe - to raise in all of the aJAR Clubhouse rooms, and given that this will be my last aJAR post for some time, this essay felt like as solid a closing thought as I can conjure.
thank you a.m. for saying. for listening to yourself. i feel seen and accepted just reading about your experience (I’ve had a few myself) thank you for being 🙏🏻
thank you a.m. for saying. for listening to yourself. i feel seen and accepted just reading about your experience (I’ve had a few myself) thank you for being 🙏🏻