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I started Dear Deanne because I needed it first.
Not the newsletter specifically, but the thing it is.
A place to put the questions that don't have clean answers.
The feelings that are hard to explain to people who love you.
The thing you keep almost doing and can't quite figure out why you haven't.
I've spent a lot of my life in that space. The one between knowing and doing. Feeling everything and still not moving. Wanting something and being completely in my own way about it.
I had 4 surgeries as a baby, 7 in my twenties — 11 total. That kind of thing gives you a perspective you didn't ask for and can't really give back. You end up thinking about your life differently. About what you're doing with it, what you're waiting for, what you keep almost letting yourself have.
I also happen to be the person people come to with this stuff. The hard questions. The 2am spirals. The "I don't know if I should" and the "I know I should but I can't."
I don't know exactly when that started but I do know I never get tired of it.
This is what I think about.
This is what I want to talk to people about.
So Dear Deanne is that conversation, opened up. Advice-ish letters for the inner life — the creative stuff, the scary stuff, the stuff that lives just below the surface... of your regular Tuesday.
You're not the only one sitting with it. Pinky promise.
With endless care,
Deanne.
