Protector - Beyoncé

kinda warm and a little rainy in Chicago

*A little note:

This has been sitting in my drafts for a few weeks now. When things have been sitting for “too long,” I just delete and don’t publish.

I don’t know why…maybe it feels like I shouldn’t publish it because I’m now removed from the moment I wrote it in. Sort of why I try really hard not to go back and read earlier diary entries, or try not to go back and read texts.

But then I thought about it, and when something told me to read instead of immediately delete, I remembered that folks will greet this email in different ways. For every single one of you, it'll be different because you’ll all be in different emotional states when you first double-click to open—and that’s one of my favorite things about writing.

I was in a reflective place, like many people are on birthdays, and it just so happened that saddened memories were part of that look back.

Anyway, IDK why I wrote a little letter at the start of this, I never usually do that for these, but glad I did.

As always, play the song on a loop as you read (if you can)

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And I will lead you down that road if you lose your way
Born to be a protector, mm-hmm
Even though I know, someday, you're gonna shine on your own
I will be your projector, mm, mm-hmm