I should be...

Trying to enjoy the view of a dream come true.

Dear friend,

I should call my mom back.

I should be lifting weights more.

I should clean my kitchen.

I should be doing more to hit the New York Times bestsellers list.

I should finish the sequel to Because Fat Girl.

I should write a letter to someone I admire.

I should kill my idols.

I should promote my other books more.

I should stop texting this very cute girl with too many red flags.

I should call an electrician.

I should have the answer when my best friend asks me how to survive the death of a family member.

I should move to Los Angeles and make movies.

I should sell everything I own and be a nomad again.

I should paint my kitchen.

I should finally finish that one screenplay.

I should make more money.

I should finish my taxes.

I should start my own publishing company.

I should figure out what’s next in Plot Twist.

I should take a nap.

I should.

I should.

I should.

But instead, I’m writing you this letter. And reminding both of us that our to-do lists don’t define us.

Our stories do, though.

Today, I’m telling the story of a woman who finally reached her North Star. Who sat on it, swinging, her legs dangling millions of miles above the life she once lived.

I should know what’s next.

But I don’t.

I have no clue.

So I’m sitting here, having arrived, trying to simply enjoy the view of a dream come true.

Whatever your Sunday looks like, I hope you can let go of the shoulds and simply be. (And if not, that’s okay too.)

With more love and less shoulds,

Lauren

P.S. Reply and let me know what shoulds you’re letting go of today.