Almost Nothings

Letter to the Readers - Series Opener

Dear Reader,

This is not a series about the moments that headline a life.
Not the milestones,
not the highlight reels,
not the chapters we retell at dinner tables or in holiday cards.

This is a series about the in between.

The ordinary, aching hours
that drift between what we planned and what we remember:
waiting in line,
driving to work,
sitting on hold,
pacing the kitchen,
the sudden flood of thought in the shower
that feels holy
until it slips down the drain.

It’s not a "life is about the journey, not the destination" kind of thing,
God, no.
It’s more like:
life is the playlist you put on for the drive,
the song you almost skip
that ends up wrecking you.

These writings aren’t big answers or polished revelations.
They are scraps and half-thoughts,
quiet epiphanies,
the almost nothings
that, strung together,
make up a beautiful something

Thank you for standing here with me,
in the spaces where life doesn’t announce itself,
where it just hums quietly in the background:
in the half-lit kitchens,
the overthought texts,
the spiral of what-ifs,
and the small, defiant joy
of finding a parking spot on the first try.

Thank you for wondering with me,
if we can be held together
not by the big moments we chase,
but by the ordinary seconds
that leave their fingerprints anyway
Perhaps to remind us,
again and again,
that almost nothing
is where almost everything lives.

From my perch to yours,

🪶Canary