This newsletter got brain-pollinated from the idea that Happy Hours and Sad Hours are one-and-the-same based on the feelings of who’s sitting at the bar.
Here’s wishing you 168 quality hours this week.
May you enjoy many honest hours—if times feel unreal, may that be because you’re reading fiction, not being told to believe it.
May you enjoy many calm hours—and if you hours are exciting, may they be seasoned without danger.
May you enjoy many mischief hours—since all work and no play is deadly.
May you enjoy many happy hours—in the ways that bring you most joy.
May you enjoy many focused hours—to put your mind exactly where you want it.
May you enjoy many strong hours—to flex as weirdly as you like.
May you enjoy many free hours—times when you are able to become yourself.
May you enjoy many magic hours— times the universe sneaks up on you.
May you enjoy many pivotal hours—because otherwise the days all blur together.
May you enjoy many gentle hours—and if things feel rough, may that only be because you’re exfoliating with luxuriously perfumes cleansers.