Happy birthday, Jimmy
“May I be to myself as one is to me whom I love, a dear and cherished object.”
Hi all,
I had big plans to release a newsletter today to unfold an only-in-Hollywood type story about someone dear to my heart, Jimmy. Jimmy’s birthday would have been tomorrow, April 7th. I really wanted to share a bit about his damn-near mythological role in my life and what better week than this to do so?
Writing these newsletters, and my book, has been an incredible outlet to process difficult emotions, and it’s also been helpful to find the buried wounds. Ahhh, this one still smarts.
Rather than torture myself to finish and release it today in a pretty little package, I’m giving myself permission to have some tea, wrap myself in a blanket, and call it a night. Grief wins this round, and that’s okay.
Next week you’ll meet Jimmy. Until then, wish him a happy birthday, and maybe light a candle in his honor if you feel so inclined.
Be kind and gentle to yourselves. ❤️
Stephanie
The very best boy, Miles Davis.
