last weekend over dinner with friends, a seemingly small request — ordering the dessert — set the tone for the evening.

once dinner plates were cleared and the check was laid flat on the table, I requested we wait…would anyone be up for splitting a dessert? one of us groaned, we had just completed a workout class that afternoon. but if all four of us split?

we agreed on the menu’s butter cake. four gleaming spoons later, warm buttery exultant bites elicited a state of childlike glee - the four of us agreeing the butter cake was the finisher of an otherwise excellent meal. something about the camaraderie of criss-crossing spoons and the deft agreement of the night and the butter cake’s amazing-ness further lifted heightened moods and spirits. to have skipped dessert would have been like missing the star of the show.

it turns out no one of us could remember the last time we ordered dessert, usually reserved sparingly for occasion. why not make this night an occasion?

when was the last time you ordered dessert? share with someone you’ll partake with — and confirm that glee outlasts the last bite. 💌

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[1. how I got here]

The only thing more terrifying than posting my first substack was letting someone access my thoughts.

Because if I never share my writing…am I really a writer? Or would that make me a journaler slash closet writer hiding a Notes app full of thoughts no one will ever see?

[2. what took me so long]

Writers are often asked, “What is it you think you have to say?”

In my experience, this question was never a good one. It sent me spiraling: Do I sound like I want to be a writer because I think that I am wise and all-knowing? Or overly self-important, egotistical?

Except I knew the significance when feeling something that resonates - feeling seen, validated, understood. Taylor’s evermore album release after a breakup. And just as inimitable is an experience of stepping into someone else’s world and learning their truth.

Thinking about that shifted the paradigm.

[3. where I’m going]

What is it that I have to say?

I have so much to say. We all do. Sharing our stories and experiences unrestrained & honestly offers us a way to connect, resonate, feel aligned or to learn and empathize.

In other words, across my writings you’ll find themes that include: everyday life the city brings, self-discovery, the effects of therapy, relationships, curated fashion, reflections on creativity, and the small, often overlooked moments that shape who we are.

Lastly, you may be wondering the name behind Notes From The City. Though not intentionally hiding the writer [me], I wanted to create a page that lets the stories speak for themselves and focus on content rather than a person.

That’s a little on me, why I’m here, and why I created this page publicly. I hope we get to know each other and continue sharing along the way.

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Now, as a young writer in my early 30’s, living life in a city, I wanted to create a space to share notes and reflections on all things city living.

Instead of daydreaming about writing, I decided to create Notes From The City - in hopes I can recreate the nostalgic feeling of finding a note slipped in your pocket, written just for you.

I hope these notes bring you what sharing them brings me - clarity, connection and inspiration to continue sharing.

-notes from the city 💌

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