Paused Billing
Hello you glorious creature,
Let me start by saying thank you so much for your patience and grace these last few weeks.
Sunday Cervix has been, unintentionally, paused because my deadline was kicking my ass. Then life happened on top of that and created the perfect storm.
Do you believe me when I say I thought about you constantly?
It sounds like a corny line, but I did. That’s because a) I love this weekly conversation we get to have, and b) I am a perfectionist and it kills me to not do what I said I was going to do, when I said I was going to do it. I told you I’d arrive in your inbox every Sunday, and for the last two, I haven’t. Honestly, it makes my insides curl. It makes me feel like an absolute failure, but that’s something for my therapist to work out. Let’s put a pin in that today.
For now, I just want to say that if you’re a paid subscriber, I’m pausing your billing until the 1st of September, essentially giving you a month free because I want to show my gratitude. Actions are always stronger than words, and I really am very grateful for your kind messages, words of support, and general awesome cheerleader vibes over the last two weeks, and of course, your patience.
If you’re not a paid subscriber, as a thank you, all the posts until the 1st of September will be free.
Thank you for bearing with me. For being so damn kind about it. And for your ever-loving greatness that seeps directly from your keyboard, over to mine, and into my heart.
You will still get your weekly Sunday Cervix, but until the 1st of September, you won’t be billed, which will hopefully give enough time for everyone to have one free billing cycle, and for everyone to access a month of Sunday Cervix.
Again, thank you, I really do appreciate you.
P.S.
In the process of this message, I’ve used the words, ‘awesome,’ ‘damn,’ and ‘ass,’ as well as the phrase, ‘I appreciate you,’ which tells us all that I’ve been in America too long. On that note, I’m off to eat a hot dog from a questionable stand on a sidewalk that probably wouldn’t pass a food hygiene test.
The best is yet to come. It always is. The best is yet to come. Say it with me, the best is yet to come.
We'll be here. Have some cake xx
Thank you, Salma. Not at all necessary, but a lovely gesture nonetheless. As for discussions with your therapist, well that’s the tough but oh so great stuff. The stuff we have to address and confront in order to feel some sort of comfort with uncomfortable feelings. But I can safely say that a failure you are not, but I also know that me saying that doesn’t make it any less so for you.
For now, I wondered if there were any charities or organisations dear to your heart where I could redirect the money for this month’s subscription?
Sent with love and virtual cake, Salma.
And in the words of my therapist (which she says at the end of every session), “go gently” xx