blog landing pg blog back to chubsOS
- 27 Dec, 2025 *
wreak havoc, abandon all hope!
I quiet quit my newsletter. That is a strange thing to say, and I’m feeling some grief around it—but frankly, I have complex feelings. For a long time, I really loved (and I mean it) writing a newsletter at least once a month. It was part of my routine, and without realising it, I was always pursuing my passion through developing, writing and then releasing missives out into the world. I feel proud of myself for reaching 500 subscribers (and a little more so) by the end of ’is this what you want?’s reign. That took three years of growth, and…
blog landing pg blog back to chubsOS
- 27 Dec, 2025 *
wreak havoc, abandon all hope!
I quiet quit my newsletter. That is a strange thing to say, and I’m feeling some grief around it—but frankly, I have complex feelings. For a long time, I really loved (and I mean it) writing a newsletter at least once a month. It was part of my routine, and without realising it, I was always pursuing my passion through developing, writing and then releasing missives out into the world. I feel proud of myself for reaching 500 subscribers (and a little more so) by the end of ’is this what you want?’s reign. That took three years of growth, and a lot of time quietly toiling away at the platform.
Weirdly, that’s not where my passions lie. To be honest, I’ve been tinkering with the idea of pursuing a writing career over the last few years. I’ve taken many signs as permission from the universe to do so. Over the last year (since the end of 2024,) I’ve spent time poring over old pieces locked away in my archives; submitting away to different literary magazines. And to some extent: I’ve received multitudes for what I’ve put out. I recently racked over 100 rejections in Submittable, which felt like a feat in and of itself! In addition, 2025 proved to be one of the most challenging years of my life. This year tested my mental and physical fortitude, and I went into 2025 with a fucking crazed mind. And now, I’m leaving it without a uterus. Funny how things work out.
In the meantime, I’m here, typing a short missive. I think that as I’ve recovered from my hysterectomy (still in the process,) it’s been strange to re-learn my body and its quirks. I’ve spent so long resenting it for not matching my quick-witted mind. But I can do so much with this brain, as long as my mind agrees.
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