Holy Shit, We Did It! A Love Letter to 50 Amazing Humans
Hot damn, y'all – we just hit 50 subscribers on this wild ride of a Substack, and I'm absolutely losing my mind with joy! Let me tell you, this feels like winning the fucking lottery, except instead of random numbers, it's actual humans choosing to read my chaotic brain damage. That's some next-level validation right there! Thistle and Moss exists because of you guys. Im just screaming into the void.
First off, can we just take a moment to appreciate how goddamn incredible this journey has been? When I started this thing, I was basically shouting into the void, hoping someone – anyone – would resonate with my particular brand of written mayhem. And holy hell, did you all show up! Not only did you show up, but you've stuck around, making this whole writing gig feel less like screaming into an empty room and more like having the world's coolest coffee shop conversation.
Speaking of showing up – the writing has been flowing like a river of pure caffeinated inspiration lately. Every piece feels stronger than the last, and that's not just my ego talking (okay, maybe a little bit). But seriously, finding my groove and watching my voice evolve has been like discovering a superpower I didn't know I had. Each article feels more "me" than the last, and that's thanks to you beautiful bastards giving me the confidence to just let it rip.
And holy fucking shit – can we talk about the response from the wider community? When and others started picking up what I was putting down, I damn near fell out of my chair. Having established voices in the community say "hey, this crazy person might be onto something" is like getting a high-five from your hero while they're also buying you a drink. The conversations, the shares, the comments – it's all been absolutely mind-blowing. You're all making me feel like the belle of the damn ball!
Now, here comes the real talk portion of our celebration (don't worry, we're keeping it positive as fuck): This whole operation runs on coffee, determination, and support from rad humans like you. If you're digging what I'm putting out into the world, there are two massive ways you can help keep this train rolling:
5 Bucks a month, and you can listen and comment on all my brain damage you want. And I actually reply.
If you can't contribute financially (which is totally f*cking fine!), sharing my work with people you think might dig it is worth its weight in gold. Word of mouth is pure magic, and every share feels like a warm hug for my writer's soul. Recommend all you like.
Look, I know I'm getting sappy here, but I mean every damn word: this community we're building together is something special. Whether you're a day-one reader or just jumped on board, you're part of something that makes me excited to plant my ass in this chair and write every single day. Here's to 50 subscribers, to countless more amazing conversations, and to all of you beautiful humans who make this possible. Let's keep this party going – we're just getting started, and I cannot wait to see what chaos we create together!