The Gift of an Extra Hour
What will you do with yours?
Dear friend
How are you feeling on this rather fine Sunday? Hope you’re taking it easy, not like me. I think I peaked too soon. Keen to not waste my extra hour, I was up bright as a button, walked the Ridgebacks at my favourite beach, washed the car, took four huge sacks of dog food up to the loft, did the laundry, mopped the floor, packed my bag for my trip to North Wales tomorrow, emptied my inbox, cleaned the bathroom and now I’m feeling pretty exhausted, day dreaming about what to write.
I don’t know about you, but have you noticed that your Substack feed is filled with people relentlessly highlighting how many new subscribers they now have, what they have earned this month through paid subscriptions and that more and more celebrities are taking over Substack stage. Yawn! I must say, and apologise in advance for my little rant, but I’m finding it all pretty boring to read. To be honest, it left me feeling a tad deflated. Ideally I’d like to not feel like I’m in some sort of Su…