On Dystopian Displays, Deliberate Decisions, and December Deadlines
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Hey Reader! We made it. MAMA we made it to holiday break in a year where things were going wonky left and right! And chile, we are TIREDDDD. 😩😩😩 It’s been a lot for so many but we are here! AMEN? 🙏🏾 And this will be the last LuvvLetter of 2025. I’ll be back in January on the other side, after saging our entire world so this year doesn’t get repeated. Anywho, let’s jump in.👇🏾 RANTWe Are Literally Living in The Hunger Games NowY'all. YALLLLL. Many of us have been joking that we’re living in the Hunger Games for a while. Turns out the jokes were foreshadowing because earlier this week, Habanero Hitler announced… THE PATRIOT GAMES. 😭😭😭 One young man and one young woman from each state. Competing in athletic events. At the White House. On national television. THAT IS LITERALLY THE HUNGER GAMES. May the odds be ever in our favor, I GUESS?! 🫠 Also, y’all know he can’t really read so he definitely didn’t read Suzanne Collins’ book and it looks like he didn’t finish the movies because what happened to President Snow at the end of it all?? We’re not going to tell him. 🤫 And every day is more fresh fckery from this troglodyte and I miss the boring that was Joe Biden. We didn’t have to get constant news about what he was doing. Instead, we’re stuck in the loop of the straw-haired Mango Mussolini who is a raving narcissist and is every diagnosis in the DSM-IV. He just slapped his name on the Kennedy Center building today. Not something he can legally do without Congress approving it, but does he care? 🙄🙄🙄 I just wanna know how I ended up in this dumbass timeline and how I can get to the right one because this ain’t it. WE ARE TIREDDDD. That brings me to… REFLECTIONSometimes, Laying Down is the Answer.Lemme tell you something. Yesterday, I hit a wall. I was in a meeting with someone when I realize that I don’t want to do much more for this year. I don’t have it anymore. 😮💨 I am plum tired from a year that has turned many of us every way but loose. A year that has felt like life bootcamp. One that has us running on fumes. In the last couple of months, everyone I’ve talked to has been in the trenches of life. We’re still showing up and holding it together. Many of the group chats have been quiet because folks have been fighting for their lives in their own little corner of the world. Now December is winding down and we ain’t got nothing left. Me and my team are in the middle of an early bird launch for our next cohort of The Book Academy, and originally, it was supposed to end Monday, Dec. 22. We've sent out emails, sales page is optimized, ads running. And I changed my mind and decided that we should be done by Saturday, Dec 20. Because I am tired and I don't wanna do it for 4 more days. 😮💨 I hit up my team with a voicenote and said "I want to rest. And I want you all to rest too. Let's wrap this up 2 days earlier." They went: "But we've already announced, told our audience..." And I said "That's okay. We can also tell them the truth that we're exhausted." I don’t wanna push my team (or myself) through one more stretched-thin week just because “that’s what launches are supposed to do.” Rest is not a failure. Pausing is not quitting. 🗣️ I am choosing to be the leader who gives everyone space to actually log off, breathe, and go into the new year whole. ✨ I want our Out of Office responders to be on BY Dec. 22. Here's what I'm learning at my big age: I don't always have to brute force my way into everything. I've spent 22 years writing on the internet. 15 years running my company. 9 years as a published author. I've knocked on a lot of doors. I've done a lot of chasing. I've paid my dues ten times over.💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾 I've been in burnout recovery for over a year. The pace I used to keep? I don't have the stamina for it anymore. And instead of pushing through anyway, I'm choosing to honor that. And no, it wasn't some marketing tactic. It was the truth. And I am also not willing to choose profit over my own nervous system any longer. 2025 did the doggone most. Let's all go lay down somewhere. 😴🥱🛌 RECOMMENDATIONLet Me Be Your Book Coach in 2026!In moments like this, when the world feels loud, lawless, and one bad headline away from sending us under the covers, I always come back to one grounding question: What is my assignment right now? 🤔 We’re not supposed to do everything. Saving the world feels daunting. But everybody has something they’re meant to steward. And for me? The answer keeps being the same: The Book Academy. Because even in chaos (shoot, especially in chaos) stories matter. They are how we document truth. How we make meaning. How we remind each other that we were here, we felt things, and we survived. To be a lighthouse is to say: this is possible, and then turn the light on so others can find their way too. 🔦 ✅ If you’ve been carrying a book idea for years… ✅ If it keeps tapping you on the shoulder when you’re tired… ✅ If it won’t let you rest because it knows it needs to be born… That’s not random. That’s a divine assignment. And I know folks love to downplay that nudge, call it “someday,” call it “after things calm down,” call it “when I have more time.” But let me tell you something real: the world has never been calm. Yet books have always been written. Stories have always been told. Truth has always found a way through. My Book Academy students have:
We’re closing doors for the early bird for this on Saturday (Dec 20) at 11:59pm CT. After that:
I know I just told you I'm choosing rest. And I am. But I also know this: I believe so deeply in the stories y'all are carrying that I couldn't close this year without making sure you had every chance to say yes (and save). ✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾
Does the end of the year find you in the trenches or thriving? Hit reply and tell me. With honesty and love,
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