I'm writing this on a Sunday evening the way I always do and I've got nothing to share. Not in a bad way. The week wasn't terrible, I'm not burnt out, nobody hurt my feelings, nothing fell apart. I just genuinely don't have a big thought or a bright observation or a piece of wisdom worth building a whole memo around.

Some weeks are just like that. Your plate is empty and it doesn't mean anything. It's not a sign. It's not a metaphor for rest or slowing down or "listening to your body." It's just a blank week. So this is me not writing for the sake of it. I hope your Monday is full of good things and interesting problems and people you like and cherish.

And if it's not, if you're starting the week a little blank the way I am, I think that's fine too. Not everything needs to be full all the time. See you next week with a fuller plate and a longer memo.

M.

A small thing I loved this week: no structure or theme, just sharing some favourites.

Resting.

xx

Manuja

Not for everyone. Never was.