Nobody Reads Your Work at First.

And Honestly, That’s a Good Thing .

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I published my first newsletter, thinking, this is it. My big break.

I imagined my inbox blowing up, people tagging their friends, emojis raining down like confetti.

Reality: three people opened it. My mom. My college buddy. And… me, pretending to be someone else just to look less desperate.( I’m not that desperate I read it just to check the formatting).

Cue the internal meltdown. I’m invisible. I’ve wasted my life. Maybe I should’ve learned plumbing instead.

Then I remembered something Ernest Hemingway once said (and yes, I Googled it because I like pretending I read all his books):

We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.

Translation: nobody expects you to be perfect. Nobody is reading anyway.

You’re free. Free to fail, to experiment, to write weird sentences that make your friends question your sanity.

I started leaning into it.

Weird headlines? Check.

Long, meandering sentences? Check.

Tiny rants about coffee addiction? Double-check. Nobody noticed. Perfect.