Move, Write, Heal: A Monthly Self-Care Letter

🐌📬💌 Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about the power of snail mail and reading in print rather than on screens...

We live in an increasingly loud, chaotic, digital world.

A world with too many tabs open.

Too many things to click on.

Too many Substack and email subscriptions we don't actually read.

A world where our attention span for reading is short, where our minds are scattered, where we lack focus and give up on things easily.

How often do you sit down and IMMERSE yourself in something you're reading?

How often do you sit quietly and reflect?

How would it feel to slow down every month, to create a personal ritual for your own wellness and creativity— something you look forward to, that nourishes you?

Something analog, tangible, real... not digital.

I want to tell you about a very special project that's near and dear to my heart. It's as special (gasp!) as my memoir.

It's a newsletter called MOVE, WRITE, HEAL.

Move, Write, Heal is a monthly space where you can:

  • Reflect

  • Learn

  • Grow

  • Focus

  • Prioritize your wellness

  • Connect with me and with a vibrant community online

  • Practice yoga

  • Experiment with forms of movement

  • Heal emotionally

Subscribing means you’ll get a beautiful printed newsletter delivered to your doorstep
 but it means more than that.

It means you’ll also commit to your self-care in a powerful way that you’ve never done before.

It means you’ll prioritize your wellness on a deeper level
 a life-changing level.

I’ve been pouring blood, sweat, and tears into the July newsletter, which goes to print in just a few days! Here’s a little more about issue no. 1


I want to tell you a story...

This is a story about how reading and writing have always been my "thing."

I was a nerdy kid. đŸ€“ My AIM username was "ReaderRach."

I loved the library and bookstores.

But even though I excelled in English classes, was voted "most likely to publish a book" by my peers in high school, and managed to get into prestigious college programs for journalism and creative writing...

I still felt "not good enough" as a writer.

I hesitated to put any of my work out there. Blogging helped, but I still played it safe. I bit my tongue and only said things I thought people would like.

It wasn't until my late twenties that I actually started believing in myself as a writer and found the courage to start telling my stories, talking about my pain and my purpose. And it took a long, long time before I felt the confidence and conviction to pursue my dream of writing books.

What helped me build my confidence wasn't just writing more.

The whole "10,000 hours" rule— just write for 10,000 hours and you'll find mastery— that didn't work.

It also didn't work to just power through and ignore my feelings of self-doubt and fear.

What helped me find my confidence, truly?

Acknowledging my inner critic.

Accepting the part of me that sometimes says, "You're not good enough."

Making peace with her.

Getting to know her. Being with her rather than running away from her or trying to silence her voice.

That rigid, harsh, critical, perfectionist part of me. She says


"You could do better."

"You could work faster."

"You're capable of greatness."

Instead of banishing her, rejecting her, I started listening. I realized that even though she’s harsh, she has my back. She has our survival in mind.

I started understanding her voice, her beliefs, her fears, why she's in my life. And as I did that, I began to feel more confident. From a deep place, an unmovable place, an internal place that doesn't depend on likes, followers, or book sales.

In the July issue of Move, Write, Heal, I'm going to teach you how to do this. I'm going to show you simple, effective ways to meet your inner critic with kindness and actually heal.

The July issue is getting printed in just a few days.

If you sign up before Sunday, June 30th (for just $8.95!), you'll get five free gifts from me.

I'm pouring my heart and soul into this one, and I'd love for you to read it. đŸ”„

And always remember,

Healing is possible.

With love,

Rachel