TO ALL OF YOU POISED ON A PRECIPICE . . .
Oh hi there.
So at the risk of being cryptic and coy — traits that I vastly prefer in my poetry consumption — The Establishment has some pretty tremendous news coming down the pipeline that just might change everything.
BUT WE CAN’T TELL YOU JUST YET AND I’M SORRY.
I bring up this shadowy — if spectacular — specter not to wield secrets (another sensation I’m not particularly fond of) but because I’ve been processing like hell this past week.
The Est. team all went on a short vacation and one day in a small town of Arroyo Grande — where I’d rented a tiny weird house with my boyfriend and was madly reading H is for Hawk, an incredible memoir — I wanted to get my nails done because I madly bite them and they looked like hell after we’d been backpacking.
Everything in the local seaside town was, of course, all booked with old ladies who all laughed like I’d shit my pants and fallen down the stairs when I asked if they took walk-ins. So instead, I wandered across the highway about a mile away into a tiny strip mall where I found a lovely Korean couple, a mother-father duo who owned a salon.
The husband painstakingly did my nails, clucking at my raw and muddy cuticles as his wife sewed blouse after blouse and their toddler daughter squealed about with her doll in tow, her cries echoing in the cavernous, cold, tiled room that reeked of chemicals.
On the television I watched reruns of the Country Music Awards. Power-couple warblers Miranda Lampert and Blake Sheldon won everything — thanking God and Johnny Cash — and the sweet man fussing over my nail-polish sang along to Shania Twain.
It was a surreal moment; as I wandered back over the highway on the baking cement, vaguely admiring my new claws — I’d chosen The Est. seafoam green, of course — I was struck by the profound simultaneity of our lives.
Or rather, the incredible complexity each one of us holds inside us. Have you heard of the maybe-not-a-real word,Sonder?
Basically it’s the realization that every. person. is living a life as strange and vivid and huge and tiny and complicated and exhausting and incredible and painful as yours.
I felt dead-high on the sheer concept of the human experience.
Ch-ch-ch-anges are coming and they’ve always been hard for me, even as I crave chaos and tumult and spontaneity.
Today I am thinking of all the people in flux, those poised on a precipice. Maybe what’s next will be wonderful. Or maybe you’re terrified because you know it won’t be.
But I see you. And together we can forge a future that is brighter and more beautiful than where we stand today, our eyes sweeping what seems to be an endless warfield.
With love + rage,
Co-founder | Creative Director
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