HeyJaredBeautifully Unhinged
A newsletter for twenty-somethings navigating the weird, tender, chaotic in-between of becoming.
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Learning to Rest in a World That Won’t Slow Down (opens the original)
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This morning began with the perfect conditions for a day of rest: gloomy, moody skies and rain pattering against the windowsills. The house was warm. The kitty was snoring. I grabbed a blanket, curled up on the couch, and placed my laptop nearby, ready to write beneath the glow of a standing lamp.Ah, now we shall write, I thought. But before I began, I decided to take one, super duper, quick peek at my inbox.Doom. Gloom. Va-va-voom went my afternoon…One quick peek, turned into five hours later!!
Because We Don’t Say It Enough (opens the original)
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We often save our gratitude for the perfect moment, and perhaps even withhold it from the people who need to hear it most. Sometimes we let our own discomfort keep us from telling the people we love just how much they mean to us.On the day I moved into my new apartment, I gave this letter to my mom. I’m sharing it in the hope that it encourages you to write a letter of gratitude to someone in your own life—especially if doing so pushes you beyond your comfort zone. Sometimes the things that feel
The Sun Hangs at Midnight (opens the original)
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Poetry came knocking on my door this week. During a conversation, a friend shared Robert Frost’s beautiful poem, “A Late Walk,” that has stuck with me for days. His ability to paint a clear picture in words and leave readers with a very impressionable landing, has left me wishing I could write like Frost. But, as luck would have it, I can only write like Miller. So, I went to go see what Miller—that’s me— has written.Digging through the archives is always a delightful little rabbit hole to indul
A Little More of That, Please (opens the original)
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It’s nearly 11 p.m. as I write this.The week has already filled itself to the edges with client calls, new projects, and the small and large matters of friends and family that ask to be tended to.But today the clouds parted.I sang along to Shaboozey’s “Amen” with the windows down and for a few miles, I could feel freedom against my skin.It’s coming, it’s coming…Nothing too extraordinary happened today, but I can’t help but feel this feeling of “and yet…”<sp
The Discomfort of the In-Between (opens the original)
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I’ve written and rewritten this article several times over the past couple of days. Trying to find the right words to share, but also dealing with vulnerability fatigue.As a writer, your life becomes the raw material for your work. That is certainly the case here. I put my experiences on display in the hope that someone else may find comfort or healing in recognizing themselves within them. Maybe, through my words, I can offer another person a new way of thinking about their own circumstances.Do
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