You know what? I'm a failure too. It just comes in waves of being there and not so much. This last summer, I got into the best shape I've been in for years and now I already see it going again, and we're barely into autumn. It reminds me that I'm older and I can't take any of my perceived successes for granted anymore. I also struggle with people and have spent times choosing to just stick with my own company, so I get it.

But I decided to just fuck failure for a little while. It doesn't have to stop me from being me. And I can do something, just like you have done, writing and publishing this and your recent memoir pieces, despite "not being able to write". I went to a gym two days ago, just because I can. And I will keep going because it wasn't such a big deal as I had made it out to be in my mind. It may not keep me "in shape" but it will keep me in better shape than not going.

And hey, if you failed at total abstinence from alcohol, you can still do something, as in exercise restraint. That's not failing, that's empowering you. Or it's telling failure where to get off and let you get on.

In any case, you're still here, still supporting your editors, and still sending some love our way - don't think I don't see it.

That's my rant. Over and out. Do what you will with it! PS. I love you for who exactly who you are, crazy and all ❤️