That's it. I'm done.

FACE FIRST INTO AN EMPTY POOL.

Sure, I live to laugh at the daft and vapid phrase known as 😎Good Vibes😎 but let me tell you, that shit ceases to be funny when you are surrounded by BAD VIBES, VERY BAD VIBES.

I've been suffocating under a heavy weight lately.

The weight of impending transition.

Pluuuuuus that delicious DQ ice cream cake. Whatever.

My whole body sometimes behaves as if it is an antenna, a lightning rod for detecting the disfavor of others.

There seems to be much disfavor in the air lately! That, combined with the undulating sense of some inevitable shift, well...what am I trying to say here?

I feel like something needs to change and the only person I have control over is me.

So change. Yes, ok. Fiiiiiine. I'm done resisting.

I won't bore you with the details of what changes are to come (convenient, as I currently have no idea what they are) but I am sharing this with you as a reminder about disfavor, doubt, and transition: all things that we as creatives, as humans must regularly endure.

Sometimes you just have to jump into a pool face first.

Even if it's empty.

Cue my favorite opera of all time. I grew up hearing this story about how Keith Moon, the phenomenal drummer for The Who chipped his front tooth: that he dove headfirst into an empty pool because he was on acid. Turns out that was a myth and he actually chipped his tooth on a sidewalk after fleeing a food fight that ensued with Herman's Hermits in a Marriott. Roger Daltrey claims he remembers a car being in a pool though, so who's to know. I for one, can definitely be fooled again. 🥁

Why would I tell you (metaphorically) to jump into an empty pool?

Because you're not always going to have the support you need, the feedback you want, or the "success" that you crave. Sometimes the pool is just empty.

So jump in anyway. Keep moving. Keep going.

Don't wait for someone to come and give you what you want, to discover you, or to prop you up.

Invest in yourself. Take a chance on you. #LoveYourselfFirst.

It might hurt but you will survive.

Just think about how many people probably said no to this gigantic eyeball sphere. And yet!

👁️👁️👁️

By the way, maybe I'm reading your mind here but I'm looking at that picture of Keith Moon above and I see a striking resemblance to myself.

I'm basically Keith Moon.

Am I Keith Moon?

I don't wanna be Keith Moon.

Help me be better than Keith Moon, (a talented, yet wild man who clearly didn't take feedback well) and reply to this email with a word or topic you'd like to read about in the next installment of Jelly.

Investing in myself means I am investing in you.

I can't explain the math, but trust me, I mean it.

CANNONBALLLLLLLLL!

-Kristy