a little book of desires - first edition
a little book of desires - first edition
I'm back, baby. and I want you here with me.
Hello.
Dear Reader,
this is
a stream of consciousness
an invocation
a revelation
something new
something Original
(aka, not published on Twitter)
This is just for me & you. This is just for you & I.
Fuck.
I missed this. I missed you.
I remembered my hunger. I remembered why & how I love to write.
I’ve been writing, of course. But not here. And not like this.
I’ve been knee-deep in a deep initiation & soul-awakening.
I’ve been insular. I’ve been sharing only with my closest, innermost world.
My friends. My women. My soul sisters. Now, I’m ready to open up a little more.
I want every single post here to be very, very, very intentional.
I want it to be an outpouring from my heart. An ode to joy & an ode to love. I want you to feel me. If nothing else, I want you to feel me.
It feels strange to write to you here. Strange, and also relaxing. I’ve had “update my Substack” on my to-do list for about two weeks, and it just hasn’t happened. I haven’t felt like it. It isn’t (wasn’t) urgent. Or, dare I say… necessary. I didn’t want to go through the motions & repurpose content from elsewhere. I wanted to be INSPIRED. I want this to be pure.
I want this to be truthful.
I have “what do I want?” on my mind day-in, day-out. And every time I write this down, something loosens. Because what I want isn’t an instruction manual. It’s a clue. It’s a titbit for a bird to nibble on. It’s a compass. It’s a fucking joy-filled thing of wonder. It is not something I need to pursue, fulfil or hold myself to.
What do I want right now?
Fuck. Maybe that’s it.
I focus my attention on writing here.
I write at X interval about what I want.
I write as honestly as I can.
I allow myself to speak.
I allow myself to dream big.
I own my visions. I share my visions.
I own my longing. I share my longings.
That’s fucking it.
Fuck fuck fuck. That’s fucking it.
There I go. Here I am.
What do I want?
I want this newsletter to be an exercise in radical honesty about my desires.
I want this newsletter to be an expression of radical honesty about desire.
I want to be a conduit for desire itself.
I want to share my desires without fear.
I want to ignite the world (the Reader!) with them.
I am ready to be seen.
FUCK. This is so juicy.
Right now, I want….
To get really, really, really specific about what I want.
To hunt my own life force.
To carve with precision.
To fly on the seat of my own chutzpah.
To LEVERAGE my fucking enthusiasm.
… And make something beautiful out of it.
Right now, I want…
Unexpected, highly-specific invitations that are EASY & DELIGHTFUL to say yes to.
Two examples from the last few weeks:
1. I was gifted VIP tickets to Polyphia by a Twitter follower & had a lovely time
2. An old friend reached out to me out of the blue last night to tell me he had a spare ticket to see Eric Clapton at the Royal Albert Hall and ask me if I wanted to come along
(I said no because I needed an early night, but that would definitely have been a FUCK YEAH)
To start talking to new people— VCs & seasoned/serial entrepreneurs— and MAKE NEW CONNECTIONS!
I’m building something new, and I’m so fucking excited about it. I’m so fucking lit up about it. And I want new people to come into my world. People with more experience than me. People beyond my existing orbit. People who are excited about technology at the intersection of AI x relationships. People who are excited about how we can leverage technology to create the relationships we want with the humans around us. People who are excited about EMOTIONAL ALCHEMY & conflict as a force for intimacy & all the fucking exciting and beautiful things that are possible when we have space to unravel & unfurl like the BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS THAT WE ARE with a loving witness. DM me on Twitter (twitter.com/rachelclif) or reply to this email directly if this sounds like YOU!
Alright, my loves. That’s it for now, I think. It’s bedtime in the hen house.
Onwards, upwards, and through.
More to come.
More desires. More yearnings. More clarity. More visioning.
More delicious fucking specificity.
More joy. More power. More presence.
Oh, and you can hop on the waiting list for my 1:1 coaching practice when I re-enter the world in September…
Thank you for playing with me!
MORE SOON.
XOXO