Hey Love Letter Collectors ,
I wanna get deep for a second.
I wrote Three Months in Accra at one of the darkest points of my life. For five years, I was the Executive Director of an organization I loved. But I left. I left because my health was taking a nose dive. Even though the work was fulfilling, the cost was too high on my mental, my physical, and my emotional well-being.
And while it was 100% my choice to leave, I was grieving. Grieving the six-figure salary. Grieving the friendships that...