HeyJaredFinnian Lyon
Finnian Lyon is a writer, poet, and cultural commentator known for her sharp insights on the dynamic pulse of Manhattan. Finnian moves seamlessly between exclusive soirées and underground creative circles, capturing the essence of New York City.
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- Sep 25, 2026
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Strength (opens the original)
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The idea that I have to think before I speak kind of terrifies me. I spent all that time away from substack for a reason. I didn’t want to think. Thinking means spiraling, automatically. One thought turns into a tree of a million problems that somehow need solving all at one time. I try to surround myself with people who are solution based. Maybe if i apply logic to the anxiety I can become smarter than it. I can rationalize the feeling away. Outsmart the anxiety. I can overcome myself. Pruning
Fool (opens the original)
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Einstein said something about doing the same thing over and over and thinking you’ll get different results. Or maybe that was insanity. Or maybe it was New York Fashion Week. <img alt="" class="sizing-normal" height="254.75412087912088" src="https://substackcd
Anxiety (opens the original)
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Takeoff (opens the original)
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It’s all about sticking the fucking landing these days. I do something risky, and assume I’m made of velcro. I pretend theres gymnasium padding instead of concrete below my feet. It has that fresh gym powder smell of talc and metallic. I close my eyes so I don’t have to see myself flail In the mirror. I took gymnastics for a little bit when I was a kid but I was never any good. I couldn’t lift myself up and I wasn’t flexible. I liked the sparkle on spandex with my hair in a matching scrunchie. I
Heatstroke (opens the original)
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Summers a weird time for me. I want to tell you I’ve been locking it in and keeping up with the good habits but I’ve completely gone wayside. I go to bed at 7am. I plan flights a day in advance. I get stranded in fucking Germany- AGAIN. <img alt="" clas
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