Happy new year, but make it a primal scream
Helping Friendly Newsletter, 01.10.25
Every other Friday, I share 5 things to consider. On the Fridays between, I mix things up. This is a Friday between.
GM! ☕️
Let me begin by wishing you a
〰 Happy New Year 〰
that is rugged enough for these times.
The view from here encompasses some personal grief + heartache for Los Angeles and our planet, anxiety around all things Trump, and deep yearning for peace and safety across the world. I know many of you feel me, and of course you have your own perspectives and stories.
Because of all that, because we struggle, it feels more important than ever to tell you, urgently,
I wish you SO. MUCH. HAPPINESS.
Abundant, overflowing, improbable joy. Weird and wacky delights that are made just for you. Good-time gatherings, where everyone is welcome and no one needs. Simple safety, dammit. A good night’s sleep! All these are dreams, but I want you to have them.
At the moment, “happy new year” feels less like popped champagne and more like primal scream. But that’s sincere, and so be it. A good howl may be exactly what we need.
Go ahead and roar, friends. Or crawl back into bed, or dance it out, or pray, or whatever it is that mends you. Wobble a little, take a beat. Get yourself a snack.
We’re in this thing together.
So.
2025.
I see you.
Let’s do this.
Take my hand, okay?
AIIEEEIEEEEIEEEEE!!
It has helped me immensely to name my current bundle of feelings about the world as grief—that complex human experience that rarely looks the same for two people, but that nonetheless connects us all. The awareness has been grounding and has called me into more tenderness.
To grieve is to love, friends. This is the hope I’m finding today.
I’ll be publishing weekly this year, so I’ll see you again next Friday. Also, paid subscriptions have been turned back on. If your 2025 resolution was “support indie artists,” now is the perfect time to upgrade your subscription. 😉
Peace,
Jenny
P.S. Here are a few nice things I want for you:
