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№ 79: Allowing Those You Love The Right To Be Wrong

Why you’re getting this: I’m Jason Nguyen. I run Bloomstory.co.uk and The Mailroom. This is my newsletter. I used to write this every week, but now I send this out when I can — life got in the way. Updates on what’s been going on in my life are at the bottom of this newsletter.

10 months ago 104 votes
№ 77: Reflecting on 2023

Doubt, love and growing more into myself.

a year ago 61 votes
#13 Writemas: Merry Christmas!

This will be the last issue of Writemas ‘23. It’s been tough juggling this, Bloomstory and other projects, but it’s been a lot of fun producing these short emails. As we enter the last week of the year, I’m trying to let the dust of 2023 settle so that I can regain

a year ago 31 votes
#12 Writemas: All The Pieces of You

There’s a quote by Jorge Luis Borges I came across that I think about a lot. It goes like this: “I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.”

a year ago 38 votes

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14 hours ago 3 votes
Randomly right

One of the great lessons of nature: Randomness is the most beautiful thing. Every forest, every field, every place untouched by humans is full of randomness. Nothing lines up, a million different shapes, sprouting seeds burst where the winds — or birds — randomly drop them. Stones strewn by water, ice, gravity, and wind, all acting on their own in their own ways. Things that just stop and stay. Until they move somehow, another day. The way the light falls, the dapples that hit the dirt. The shades of shades of shades of green and gold that work no matter what's behind it. The way the wind carries whatever's light enough for liftoff. The negative space between the leaves. Colliding clouds. The random wave that catches light from the predictable sun. The water's surface like a shuffled blanket. Collect the undergrowth in your hand. Lift it up. Drop it on the ground. It's always beautiful. However it comes together, or however it stays apart, you never look at it and say that doesn't line up or those colors don't work or there's simply too much stuff or I don't know where to look. Nature's out of line. Just right. You too. -Jason

12 hours ago 3 votes
Dog Days Are On

Just some facts about pet lifespans, honestly.

22 hours ago 3 votes
how to be a domestic goddess

notes from nigella & myself

9 hours ago 2 votes
"Late Bloomers" in Life in Their 40s, 50s, and 60s Are Incredible

Some naive people make the mistake of thinking you can only do big things while you’re young. But these “late bloomers” showed me this is untrue.

19 hours ago 2 votes