Short Daily Update: joining a Love Letters Club?
Week 1 - Day 4
Work Mood Tracker
On a scale from 1 to 5 (1 being terrible, 5 being awesome), today was a 2. Why?
Even though today was slower in terms of meetings, it still felt like a complete waste of time—like I could be doing something so much better with my day. But between meetings? I didn’t exactly do anything productive either.
Insights
My friend M. has been throwing a ton of great ideas my way—things I could explore on my weekly AI career coaching session:
🔹 Value Gap Analysis – Tying this to the mood tracker could be interesting. If a certain value is consistently missing from my work, maybe that’s what’s driving my frustration.
🔹 Vedic Birth Chart – Listen, I’m a sucker for anything astrological. Some might say it’s not science, but when you’re looking for answers, is there really a wrong way to get them?
🔹 Coaching Clients Analysis – Looking at why people came to me for coaching vs. what they actually got. Maybe this will help me define what I really do well—and for which niche.
On Other Notes of Productivity…
I changed the name of the newsletter. I fell down a Substack rabbit hole and somewhere, someone said: Nobody cares about your name. They care about your niche.
So… are you my niche? Are you a millennial desperate to see the world work differently—more creative, more independent, more on your own time?
I wonder if that’s even a niche. Maybe it’s all of us. And if it’s all of us… does it still count as a niche?
Also, I booked my next financial freedom coaching session. It’s more of a friend-to-friend conversation, but this is a topic I care about—especially for women. Understanding personal finance, learning to invest, and, most importantly, stopping the fear of money—that’s critical. And, well, I did what my coach told me to do: one client booked = one step forward.
Random Idea of the Day
(Not original—pretty sure I saw this somewhere, but still.)
I’d love to create a Love Letters Club. You join the club, tell me what kind of love you want to receive a letter about, and I send you one. A real, physical letter, on paper, something you have to open—an ode to a person, a theme, or whatever it is you love.
Maybe love sounds too cheesy? But aren’t all letters, in a way, cheesy?
See you next week. Because on the weekend, we’re all happy, right? Life makes sense.
The problem starts on Monday.
Logging off to enjoy these fleeting days of oblivion before my existential work crisis kicks back in.