Welcome to your Weekly Charisma Missive 🟠 A newsletter where I write about charisma, communication, along with actionable tips to boost confidence, craft your character, or amplify connection. I'm thrilled to have you here.
🫀010: Before I forget
To be absolutely frank with you, after a month of patient-facing work, it feels like I don't know what to write about anymore.
I miss writing. I miss the buttery smooth feeling of typing on this keyboard. I miss sitting in silence and crafting pretty words
Mind you, I'm loving my job at the hospital, minus a couple of oddities. But there's just always something happening, all the time. It's go time from my morning bus ride all the way till work ends.
So yes, I do miss the quietness of sitting alone on the bar stool of a cafe, shutting out the world around me, and just, rest, and write.
The greatest irony is, with all that I've experienced in the past month and all the thoughts that have went through my mind, I'm at a loss of words when it comes time to sit down and translate those mind connections into words.
But I knew I had to try somehow.
So I wrote this 👇
I wrote it in the hopes that I won't forget. The fire, the flames, the heat of a thousand suns. Heat borne of fresh enthusiasm and also a stressful-but-manageable work induction.
I need to be reminded. Lest the embers turn into spent coal.
Here's to working hard, documenting frequently, and remembering even more.
With love, joy, and hope,
Mich
Mich
Welcome to your Weekly Charisma Missive 🟠 A newsletter where I write about charisma, communication, along with actionable tips to boost confidence, craft your character, or amplify connection. I'm thrilled to have you here.
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