2024: The Wiley Weekly Newsletter Archive
Since I first launched Wiley Canning Company in July 2020, I’ve written a weekly newsletter. It celebrates our accomplishments each week, previews what’s to come, and shares company announcements.
Nearly one year into writing this newsletter, I created a segment called, Thin Slices. It has become my favorite way to connect with you.
Thin Slices, named after one of my all-time favorite articles by Cup of Jo, intends to highlight fleeting moments, or thin slices, of joy, patience, heartache, and more that grow our hearts and minds. It is personal at times, witty at times, and simple it times. It is always written openly and honestly.
An archive of Thin Slices is below. It is organized by date and ordered from our newest newsletter to our oldest. It is updated weekly for you to read and enjoy.
Jump in below!
Week of December 30, 2024:
Sullivan has been on winter break since December 20. Since then, he has been home during the day with Ellis and me. Jared has returned to work, so I have often been alone with our sons.
Alone time with them has reminded me of the importance of mono-tasking. When I’m with them, I do my best to do one and only one task: be with them. I find I enjoy parenting most when I am present. I begin to feel less patient when I am with my sons and attempting to clean the kitchen, respond to texts, or begin a new essay.
Yesterday, I was talking with a close friend, and I told her, “The greatest gift I can give my sons is my attention.” No one else can give them my attention; only I can do this. It is an act of love to be present with someone.
As we enter a new year, to whom, and to what, can we show our love by giving our full attention?
This week, and this year, I wish you thin slices of presence.
Week of December 23, 2024:
As a mother of two young sons, a four-year-old, Sullivan James, and an eight-week-old, Ellis Hugh, one key way I remain centered each day is by acknowledging the luck I’ve been shown.
I use the term ‘luck’ because I am referring to realities I did not create nor pursue, but rather, they were simply given to me. When I recognize this truth, the only outcome is a feeling of immense gratitude.
For example, our pediatrician detected a heart murmur in Sullivan when he was born. As she monitored his murmur over time, she became less and less certain it was benign. She ultimately sent us to Vanderbilt Children’s Hospital for further imaging. Ultimately, this imaging revealed a strong heart, and no intervention was needed. We got lucky.
During Ellis’s birth, he became stuck with no ability to breathe. He had what’s called a shoulder dystocia. His left shoulder was caught beneath my pubic bone, compressing his lungs completely and cutting off his access to oxygen. When a baby is stuck for exactly two minutes, the baby’s clavicle must be broken in order to collapse their shoulder, become unstuck, and allow the lungs to expand. Our heroic OBGYN extracted Ellis in 1 minute and 45 seconds, with 15 seconds to spare and, in the end, placed a big, beautiful, and healthy baby on my chest, clavicle unharmed. We got lucky.
When I was two weeks postpartum with Ellis, our beloved golden retriever, Jones, was due for a wellness visit. At this visit, our veterinarian discovered a tumor she felt certain was malignant based on its location. We were quickly referred to an oncologist, as well as a surgeon, to remove his cancerous tumor and seek comprehensive testing. Not only were we able to fully remove his tumor with clear margins, we also learned his cancer had not spread. Today, Jones is officially cancer free and has a long, joyful life left to live. We got lucky.
Each day, I remain aware of Sullivan’s strong heart, Ellis’s heroic birth, and Jones’s cancer-free body. We have gotten so extraordinarily lucky.
Not only does this truth exist in my family life, but it also exists in my creative life.
When I pursued my very first job in the creative industry, my boss, Liz Martucci of Elizabeth Suzann, encouraged me to think critically about storytelling, community experience, and leadership. I was welcomed into the creative industry with persistent support, and this grew my self-confidence and drove my desire to one day begin Wiley Canning Company. I also met several of my closest friends and mentors while at Elizabeth Suzann, friends and mentors that provide guidance to me as I now grow Wiley. I got lucky.
You see, when I recognize what could have been in each of these scenarios and compare each reality to what is—what has been given to me—the only way to feel is immensely grateful.
Of course, mothering young sons is quite challenging at times, and building a business is quite challenging at times. The way I move through these challenges is by wearing my amour of gratitude. This armor will remain with me, as a mother, creative, and more, as we enter a new year.
This week, and this year, I wish you thin slices of luck and gratitude.
Week of December 16, 2024:
This time of year inevitably presents to us self-reflection and analysis.
“Well done,” we might say to ourselves.
“What if?” we might wonder.
This hindsight is important, perhaps fundamental. It can reveal feelings of accomplishment and pride, spotlighting what we hope to build upon throughout the year ahead.
It can also reveal feelings of disappointment or desire, as we honor the space between where we are and where we hope to soon find ourselves.
What these feelings must have in common, though, is use as a guide. They lead us to more aligned pursuits, or abdications, allowing our time to be well spent as we forge onward.
As a mother in her postpartum period, the space between where I am and where I hope to soon find myself, creatively and entrepreneurially, can feel especially chasmic. On Tuesday, I told my therapist I am lustful toward my work. I fantasize about full days of canning, photographing, and writing. Yet, in this same moment, I am unwilling to surrender sacred time with my six-week-old. I want to make delicious jam, and I want to hear my infant sigh of satiation as he finishes nursing. I want to photograph a vibrant pomegranate drenched in sunlight, and I want to hold my infant to my chest as he sleeps. I want to write a profound essay, and I want to hang photos of my sons in their rooms to remind them each and every day they will always have each other to hold and be held. I want it all, one might say: the accomplishment and disappointment, the pride and desire. And, I know I can have it all, but I cannot have it all at once.
Recently, Leandra Medine of The Cereal Aisle was able to distill and articulate similar feelings quite beautifully here.
She writes, “I think about that Joseph Heller-Kurt Vonnegut story often, the one where at a mutual friend’s party, Vonnegut asks Heller how he feels to know that their mutual friend, the host, makes more money in a day than Heller made in the history of sales from his book, Catch-22.
Heller responds by saying he has something the mutual friend will never have: enough.”
What I have today is indeed enough. It is more than enough. The feelings revealed to me as I reflect this time of year serve as my guide, and all the while, as I so fortunately move forward, I will recognize that who I am, and what I currently have, is enough.
As we head into a full, festive week ahead, I must remind you of this truth: no matter your accomplishments, and no matter the space between where you are and where you hope to soon find yourself, you, and all that is because of you, are enough.
This week, I wish you thin slices of self-reflection.
Week of December 02, 2024:
As we’ve welcomed Ellis home, our second son, I have become more aware of how powerful it is to give permission, especially to our first son, Sullivan.
Understandably, we often remind Sullivan to use gentle hands and remain calm in his body around Ellis. Because of this, we have paid closer attention to moments when we can tell him, “Yes!”
“Of course.”
“Do your thing.”
What’s surprising about these moments, however, is I’m convinced I would have likely denied them in a pre-Ellis world. Now, though, I want Sullivan to be given permission more than offered correction.
For example, recently, he asked to write with a permanent marker.
“Yes!” I said.
He asked to remove the cap to our Tide pen to look at the tip of the pen more closely.
“Of course,” I answered.
He asked to pour his own milk, particularly from a new gallon, into his cup.
“Do your thing,” I nervously responded.
Remarkably, the reasons I would have denied these requests in a pre-Ellis world—the marker might stain, a Tide pen isn’t child-safe, and our milk might spill—have not once occurred. He enjoyed writing with a permanent marker and wrote appropriately on a piece of paper. He curiously explored our Tide pen and returned it to its home. He poured his milk into his cup and beamed with pride. I simply needed to give him permission to show me his capabilities.
What might it be like to parent from a place of confidence, more and more, compared to a place of nervousness?
Moreover, what might it be like to create from a place of confidence, more and more, compared to a place of nervousness?
To build a business?
To engage with our spouse?
To show up with our closest friends?
This holiday season, my wish for us is to give ourselves permission more than deny ourselves experiences.
May we tell ourselves, “Yes!”
“Of course.”
“Do your thing.”
This week, I’m wishing you thin slices of permission.
Week of November 25, 2024:
Gratitude is medicine. It is rest. It is a homecoming.
This Thanksgiving week, and every week, I invite us each to take stock of our health, relationships, homes, and communities.
“How do I feel today?”
“How do my relationships support and enrich me?”
“What do I value about my home?”
“What nourishment and abundance do I glean from my community?”
I am so very grateful for a healthy mind and body, a mind and body that allow me to nurture my marriage, mother my sons, manage my business, and think critically about, and feel sensitive to, the world around me.
I am so very grateful for each of you.
Thank you, as ever, for being my favorite part of Wiley Canning Company.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
This week, I’m wishing you thin slices of gratitude.
Week of November 18, 2024:
Thank you so very much for your kind, encouraging words upon my announcement of Ellis, our family’s newest addition. Your responses meant the world to me. We are over the moon.
As we’ve welcomed our second son into the world, I am once again drawn to reading my all-time favorite motherhood poems by Kate Baer. I have shared them below. Each are from What Kind of Woman.
Motherload
She keeps an office in her sternum, the flat
bone in the center of her chest with all its
urgent papers, vast appointments, lists of
minor things. In her vertebra she holds more
carnal tasks; milk jugs, rotten plants, heavy-
bottomed toddlers in all their mortal rage.
She keeps frustration in her hallux: senseless
chatter, jealous fangs, the spikes of a dinosaur's
tail. The belly is more complicated—all heartache
and ambition. Fires and tidal waves.
In her pelvis she holds her labors, long and
slippery. In her clavicle, silent things. (Money
and power. Safety and choice. Tiny banquets
of shame.)
In her hands she carries their egos, small and
flimsy. In her mouth she holds her laughter,
gentle currents, a cosmos of everything.
Moon Song
You are not an evergreen, unchanged
by the pitiless snow. You are not a photo,
a brand, a character written for sex or
house or show. You do not have to choose
one or the other: a dream or a dreamer, the
bird or the birder. You may be a woman of
commotion and quiet. Magic and brain.
You can be a mother and a poet. A wife and
a lover. You can dance on the graves you dug
on Tuesday, pulling out the bones of yourself
you began to miss. You can be the sun and the
moon. The dance a victory song.
Week of November 11, 2024:
I am over the moon to share our newest addition to the Wiley Canning Company community.
Ellis Hugh O’Leary is here in our arms, our second son, born November 04, 2024.
Thank you, endlessly, for supporting my maternity leave with Ellis. I am very much treasuring this time, and I am so looking forward to all that is in store in 2025.
In the days following Ellis’s birth, Jared and I have closely observed our first son, Sullivan, bravely adjust to our larger family. It is clear he is processing complex emotions, and to witness this within a near four-year-old is tenderness epitomized.
We have also observed how we ourselves are navigating our second newborn phase as parents, and inevitably, we have observed how it compares to our newborn phase with Sullivan.
I cannot stop thinking about how Sullivan, born on December 07, 2020, was exactly the baby I needed to usher me into motherhood. He allowed me to deconstruct my identity, only to rebuild it into the mother I am today, a role, therole, from which all other roles are rooted. He was unwaveringly patient with me while I learned, while I clumsily found my way as a first-time mom. He is precisely who was meant for me when it was time to metamorphose into a mother.
Ellis, now, is exactly the baby I need as a second son. To apply everything I learned with Sullivan to Ellis has felt so redemptive, a reminder that profound self-compassion can be felt years later.
Imagine knowing you have given this gift to someone, the gift Sullivan has not only given to me, but also to his younger brother, Ellis. To me, he gave the role of Mother. To Ellis, he gave a self-compassionate, experienced mother who trusts herself. If this postpartum experience remains more comfortable, confident, and empowering, it will not be because of anything I have done. It will be fully due to the gifts of Sullivan James O’Leary.
Week of October 21, 2024:
Each night, as a part of his bedtime routine, Sullivan and I (or Sullivan and Jared) read two to three books.
Recently, Sullivan added a step to this process that causes me to smile ear to ear.
He reads a page (i.e. recites a page he has memorized or makes up the words entirely), and then he turns the book around and pans it across his bedroom to ‘show the class’. I realized rather quickly this is what he must witness his guides do at school each day, and he has chosen to apply this practice of sharing to his inner, personal world at home.
What strikes me most is how contagious it is to share. We want to share our experiences with others. We want others to share their experiences with us. One of the very best parts of my work at Wiley Canning Company is the opportunity to share it with you. This desire to share—to be in community, to learn from you, and to remain in collaboration with you—drives Wiley Workshops, community events, a presence on social media, and more.
How might you share your work in the weeks to come?
This week, I wish you thin slices of sharing.
Week of October 14, 2024:
This morning, I was talking with a longtime friend. Unexpectedly, she asked, “What has been the best part of being pregnant and not in a global pandemic?”
She knew I became pregnant with my firstborn, Sullivan, in March 2020. I grew and birthed him in near physical solitude due to COVID-19.
I answered, “One of the most difficult aspects of my pregnancy with Sullivan was I felt quite isolated and alone. At the time, I didn’t notice how that affected the ways I began to identify, or, in this case, didn’t begin to identify, as a pregnant person because I wasn’t living normally as one.
This pregnancy, I have been very social, and I have received so much external feedback, such as, “You’re expecting!”
“Congratulations!”
“Your bump has grown!”
These moments always open opportunities to talk about pregnancy, as well as motherhood. This has helped me identify as someone who is pregnant, and furthermore, this has helped me more deeply experience and enjoy my pregnancy. The way I have identified this pregnancy has felt so much better, truer, more confident, and more communal. My parents, for example, saw me pregnant only once with Sullivan, and now they see me often. It has been so fun being seen in this way, having my belly touched, and existing in the world as a pregnant person.
This entire experience has made me think about the ways our identity is shaped in large part by our communities. Feedback is so important neuro-scientifically and socially. If Sullivan is out and about in an Ohio State jersey, and someone says to him, “You’re a Buckeye!”, that is going to help his identity form more deeply compared to him only ever wearing that jersey at home.”
When we apply this idea to our careers, we realize how important it is to share our work and goals. When we do so, we open ourselves up to external feedback, and this feedback helps strengthen and shape our identities as business owners, employers, employees, teammates, and more.
Are you considering hosting a community event? Now may be the time.
Are you daydreaming about an educational panel and inviting people to attend? Now may be the time.
Are you launching an online product or collection and hoping to share it with others in person? Now may be the time.
How can increased socialization and publicity help shape our identities?
This week, I wish you thin slices of community.
Week of October 07, 2024:
I am, with purpose, beginning to slow my pace as I inch toward my due date of October 29. This looks like being seated more often, catching up on recent Substack and blog posts written by those I admire, and beginning a new show with Jared. (We just watched The Perfect Couple. That scenery!)
I recently bookmarked Leila Giannetti’s post, of Patina Home and Garden and Patina Meadow, to read when I could soak in each and every word. Today was the day.
Her essay, The Story Behind the Season, walks us through her growth, vulnerability, experiences of comparison, and faith in herself throughout this past growing season. As my family is so close to expansion, there is one line in particular stood that out to me:
“I still carried the burden of the battle, but with loved ones carrying it with me, the load lightened enough for me to lift my foot to take the next step.”
Read Leila’s full post here.
I also loved Elise Joseph’s recent Substack post, Things You Should Know. It highlights thin slices of wisdom she wishes to remember and embody. Below are three of my favorites, shared in part by Elise and in part by others.
“Go for that walk.”
“Both can be true.”
“Everything can lose its luster.”
Read Elise’s full post here.
Finally, one of my all-time favorite poets, David Whyte, releases Consultations II in November 2024. His previous book, Consolations: The Solace, Nourishment and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words, is an all-time of mine. He has released select essays from Consolations II on Substack. His essay, End, spoke to me as I approach my final days of pregnancy.
This week, I wish you thin slices of slowing your pace.
Week of September 23, 2024:
On Wednesday evening, a dear friend and I had dinner at Mas Tacos. Over sweet plantains and pozole, we found ourselves discussing the difference between fun and enjoyment.
What does it mean to have fun?
What does it mean to truly enjoy someone or something?
How do these experiences differ?
I first saw this post on Instagram, and it encouraged me to think about the parts of myself that have grown quiet as I’ve aged. My curiosity, for example, has remained intact. I would place curiosity at the very top of my list of personal values.
However, my ability to have fun has slowly lessened over time. In other words, the space I intentionally create to let loose—to dance, sing in the shower, or play Speak Out—has decreased. Sullivan, my son, is who encourages me to play most.
I very much enjoy my life. Though, how does this relate to having fun in life?
As I enter a new season of motherhood and business ownership, I want to think more about my personal experiences of fun. How can I create play within my family? How can I create play within Wiley Canning Company? There is always space when we create it.
Who, or what, do you enjoy? With whom do you have fun? Can you create more space for this?
This week, I wish you thin slices of enjoyment and fun.
Week of September 16, 2024:
As one who loves to plan, I leave space for an in-the-moment trick that always leads to connection and forward movement.
Here is my trick:
More often than not, the moment I think of someone or something, I immediately take action if it will likely take one minute or less.
For example, when I think of my friend who lives out of state, I say to myself, “I want to reach out to her to tell her I’m thinking of her.”
Then, I do it immediately.
It takes less than one minute to send her a text that says, “I’m thinking of you and missing you!”, and often, it leads to planning a more deliberate conversation or visit.
When I see a typo on my website, I say to myself, “I need to correct that.”
Then, I do it immediately.
It takes less than one minute to fix my error, and I free myself of additional time spent thinking about it or creating a future to-do for myself.
What do you think? Could this approach work for you?
This week, I wish you thin slices of efficient action.
Week of September 09, 2024:
Near the end of Founder’s Talk 003: Integrating Work and Motherhood, I reference Moon Song by Kate Baer.
This poem has carried me since the moment I became a mother—a mother who deeply loves and wants her children and a meaningful, family-rooted career.
Moon Song
You are not an evergreen, unchanged
by the pitiless snow.
You are not a photo,
a brand, a character written for sex or house or
show. You do not have to choose
one or the other: a dream or a dreamer, the
bird or the birder.
You may be a woman of
commotion and quiet. Magic and brain.
You can be a mother and a poet. A wife and
a lover. You can dance on the graves you dug
on Tuesday, pulling out the bones of yourself
you began to miss.
You can be the sun and the
moon. The dance a victory song.
This week, I wish you thin slices of victory.
Week of September 02, 2024:
I absolutely love to teach Wiley Workshops. I look forward to them, do my best to plan well, and experience a deep sense of gratitude after meeting attendees.
It is also true I get incredibly nervous before Wiley Workshops. Almost always, my nerves melt away the moment I begin teaching. Recently, I wrote about how stating what is true helps me move through my nerves.
“I love to teach Wiley Workshops.”
“I am nervous right now, but as soon as our workshop starts, my nerves will melt away, as they always do.”
“My students want to learn about home food preservation.”
“I deeply understand and value the concepts and practices I teach.”
However, last night, as I began to teach at Patina Meadow, I noticed my nerves did not quickly melt away. As I spoke, I heard a quake in my voice. My class was larger than normal, and it’s possible this contributed to my increased nervousness.
I decided to move through my nerves in an additional way. I said the following, out loud, to attendees:
“I’m so grateful and excited to be here, and I’m noticing in this moment I’m feeling nervous, too! Can you hear it in my voice? I know my nervousness is rooted in excitement, and I can very genuinely say: this is exactly where I want to be this evening.”
Simply, I told attendees I was nervous, explicitly. I acknowledged the sound of my quaking voice, and I reminded them I was exactly where I wanted to be.
At times, choosing to name our reality frees us of uncertainty or embarrassment. When we say, “I’m feeling nervous!”, to a room full of people, we remind them we are human; we remind them we, too, are aware and honoring of our emotional experiences.
What might it look like, this week and in the future, to name how we feel at the outset of a less comfortable scenario?
“I’m feeling nervous.”
“I am unsure of how to begin this conversation, but I know I want to work this out.”
“I am not sure where I stand on this topic, and I may not have an opinion or answer, but I’m willing to discuss it anyway.”
In both our work and personal lives, we can support ourselves by acknowledging and verbalizing our emotional experiences. Any time I have been in presence of someone who has done this, I have felt more deeply connected and more readily understood.
This week, I wish you thin slices of acknowledgement and confidence.
Week of August 26, 2024:
I have read Cup of Jo for years. In fact, this subscriber-only segment of the Wiley Weekly Newsletter, Thin Slices, is inspired by this article.
Last week, Cup of Jo founder Joanna Goddard hosted an event with poet Kate Baer in Seattle, Washington in celebration of her poetry. Through words that will make you laugh, cry, sigh, and forgive, Kate explores day-to-day motherhood, marriage, friendship, and womanhood.
As Joanna interviewed Kate, she asked, “What is the best advice you’ve received as a mother?” Kate‘s full response was very charming, but she ultimately shared the following:
“Children are not a problem to be solved.”
As parents and caregivers, we are often told, “This is how your child should eat. Sleep. Move. Speak.”
We often try to figure out how to…fill in the blank. However, Kate’s advice resonates deeply with me. While we can work intentionally to set our children up for success, they are not a problem to be solved.
We, as parents and caregivers, are not problems to be solved.
We, as humans, are not problems to be solved.
We, and our children, are each on our own path—inclusive of endless, unique, and personal triumphs and struggles—and we will find our way.
This week, I wish you thin slices of surrender. You are not a problem to be solved.
Week of August 19, 2024:
Yesterday, I flew alone from Nashville to Salt Lake City, where I rented a car and drove four hours southeast to Moab. I am here to celebrate the marriage of a dear friend, Lauren, and her soon-to-be husband, Patrick.
As I was driving from Salt Lake City to Moab, I began to feel a very specific nostalgia—a longing—for my family. This is a familiar sentiment; I experience it any time I travel without Jared and Sullivan, especially to a place as beautiful and otherworldly as Moab.
The way I move through this sentiment is by stating what is true, as simple as this sounds.
“I am driving through mesmerizing red rock formations.”
“Sullivan is so excited to have concentrated time with his dad.”
“I am 31 weeks pregnant, and I feel strong. I have a weekend alone with my second baby to rest and process.”
“I am here to celebrate committed partnership.”
“Everyone I love is safe and healthy.”
“This trip is a gift.”
Oftentimes, stating what is true is what we need to bring us into the present—to move us through nostalgia (or fear, anxiety, and more) and into a state of comfort or wholeness.
For example, I absolutely love to teach Wiley Workshops. Teaching is, by far, one of my favorite aspects of Wiley Canning Company. It is also true, to this day, I get incredibly nervous before every workshop. The way I move through my nerves is by stating what is true.
“I love to teach Wiley Workshops.”
“I am nervous right now, but as soon as our workshop starts, my nerves will melt away, as they always do.”
“My students want to learn about home food preservation.”
“I deeply understand and value the concepts and practices I teach.”
If you, too, find yourself in a scenario that causes feelings of nostalgia or fear, can you ask yourself, “What is currently true?”
I predict we will each find, most of the time, everything is indeed okay. Not only are we safe, but we are also experiencing abundance and fortune.
This week, I wish you thin slices of stating what is true.
Week of August 12, 2024:
This September, my husband, Jared, and I will celebrate our ten-year wedding anniversary. One aspect of our marriage of which I feel consistently proud is our ability to healthily disagree. In other words, we argue well. When we inevitably perceive a topic or experience differently, we use the emotional and intellectual tools we have garnered throughout a decade of partnership to reach an understanding, respectfully. This has not always been the case. Near the beginning of our marriage, our arguments may have lasted days. However, over time, we have learned and practiced skills that feel tremendously helpful when we do not see eye to eye.
I opened Instagram this week and was reminded of this aspect of Jared’s and my marriage. An author and producer I admire, Megan Phelps-Roper, shared the following:
“Listening is not agreeing. Empathy is not a betrayal of one’s cause.”
Each observation is so much a part of how I approach a disagreement with Jared. Listening to his perspective does not always change my own, but it allows me to understand him more intimately—ten years into our partnership. Empathizing with him does not always heal my own hurt feelings, but it allows me to see him as wholly human—one deserving of tenderness in the midst of a painful moment.
This not only applies to my marriage, but it also applies to my friendships and working relationships. When we listen to a friend or co-worker, we communicate, “It’s important to me to better understand you—who you are and how you see the world.” When we empathize with a friend or co-worker, we communicate, “We are human, and we are allowed to disagree. How can we move through this compassionately?”
For years, I have believed our desire to feel right is, at its root, a desire to feel understood. Carl Jung said, “Loneliness does not come from being alone, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important.” When we feel misunderstood—unheard or invalidated—we feel lonely, and it is the experience of loneliness that causes us to say words or pursue actions that ultimately contribute to a cycle of hurt.
When we listen, and when we empathize, we can create a cycle of understanding. To feel understood is to feel intimately connected. What a gift this is to give one another—within our families, friendships, and work environments.
This week, I wish you thin slices of listening and empathizing.
Week of August 05, 2024:
Yesterday, I was in conversation with someone I deeply admire. We were discussing the role social media plays when running a small business.
We acknowledged how the pressure to produce content—in a specific way to appease the algorithm—can very easily feel manipulative. It can very easily take us away from ourselves—causing us to feel like we are part of a reward-based machine instead of grounded within ourselves. It can very easily distract us from our primary mission to create genuine, lasting connection as business owners.
Then, she said the following, and it stopped me in my tracks:
“We can be in the world [of social media], but we do not have to be of the world.”
In other words, we can participate in social media, but with intentional boundaries, we do not have to allow it to become a part of our incentive and worth.
I began applying this sentiment to additional parts of my life. For example, I am in the world of a polarized political culture, but I do not have to be of this world. My resistance can be my compassion, openness to others’ perspectives, and insatiable curiosity. I am in the world of bounce-back culture when newly postpartum, but I do not have to be of this world. My resistance can be a slow return to physical movement and consistent routine.
When we find ourselves immersed in an online or in-person culture that does not sit well with us, may we remind ourselves, “We can be in this world, but we do not have to be of this world.”
This week, I wish you thin slices of connection to yourself.
Week of July 29, 2024:
The past two weeks were full of preparation for Wiley Workshops, and my presence on Instagram was quieter than normal. As I experienced this shift in my daily priorities, I felt a strong urge to write, “I’m still here, everyone! I have been quiet on Instagram, but I’m here.”
This urge reminded me of several past experiences—moments when I wanted others to know I was here when I was not as visible.
I was reminded of my early postpartum months. I was reminded of a feeling I experience when traveling without my family. I was reminded of moving away from close friends.
When we are not physically present, we often still desire to be emotionally present. We wish to remain connected in the ways we can.
More than any other, my takeaway from this lesson is this:
When I am less physically present, I can still welcome, digest, and feel nourished by emotional support. When a colleague, family member, or close friend is less physically present, I can still offer emotional support.
Without a doubt, it is normal and okay for our daily priorities (as well as our weekly and monthly priorities) to shift as time passes. When our priorities inevitably shift, may we be reminded the support we both receive and give may also shift.
Internal growth requires consistent, small pivots, one after another. By nature, consistent, small pivots require adaptation of support—support of oneself and support of others.
This week, I wish you thin slices of healthy prioritization and aligned support.
Week of July 22, 2024:
The following segment of Thin Slices was written the week of February 12, 2024. It is a lesson I have applied this week.
Can I send you into a new week with three mantras?
They are each about time, and they have helped ground me in moments when I feel as though time is slipping away.
01: Life is long.
02: I have all the time that I need.
03: Things of quality have no fear of time.
When I dream about the future of Wiley Canning Company, I remind myself: life is long. I have time to bring my dreams to life with intention.
When the day seems to be moving too quickly, I remind myself: I have all the time that I need. This was taught to me by Carissa Shapiro.
When I feel eager to release new content into the world, I remind myself: things of quality of have no fear of time. This was shared with me by Elise Joseph.
We have time, dear friends. We have time.
This week, I wish you thin slices of slowness.
Week of July 15, 2024:
I subscribe to Daphne Javitch’s Doing Well Monthly. Recently, she shared the following observation:
We tend to overestimate what we can do in one year, and we tend to underestimate what we can do in ten years.
In other words, we often plan too much for one year, an amount of time that speeds by us. However, we cannot imagine what is in store for us—and for our lives—throughout the next ten years.
Although it is only July 19, 2024, I am beginning to consider my goals for 2025. What if I plan fewer, more gentle goals and find refuge in the idea that so much is meant for me throughout the next decade? What if I slow down and believe in a future that is more enriched than I can imagine in this moment?
This week, I wish you thin slices of gentleness and hope.
Week of July 08, 2024:
When considering a change, it’s critical to be aware of when and where we are considering that change.
Below is one example.
I was struck by an idea for the Wiley Subscription when I was sitting quietly in Nice, France last week. I was gazing toward the Mediterranean Sea, taking stock of the Wiley Subscription, and I felt compelled to evolve its offerings in a very specific way.
However, it is very easy to feel inspired—to feel an urge for change—when I am in such a magnificent setting.
Does this urge persist once I am home, grounded in my day-to-day life, and present with my work? This is a critical question to explore.
While inspiration itself ought not ever be dampened, the action we take on that inspiration must remain considered.
Did the inspiration strike because I was in Nice, France? Did the inspiration strike because I was sitting quietly for the first time in several weeks, and I happened to be in Nice, France? Time will inevitably tell. Giving time to this inspiration—this idea for the Wiley Subscription—is critical when making a final decision that is valuable, aligned, and sustainable.
This week, I wish you thin slices of inspiration coupled with awareness.
Week of June 24, 2024:
In the absence of information, do you typically assume criticism exists? Neutrality? Praise?
Jared, my husband, has a more reserved personality. When we first began dating, nearly 13 years ago, I was not yet comfortable with his private nature, and I created stories about his quietness.
“He hasn’t said much. He must be bored.”
“He hasn’t commented on a specific topic. It must not interest him.”
“He hasn’t praised my achievement. He must not be impressed.”
In the absence of information, I assumed criticism existed.
When I approached him about this, he was quite surprised. His one key ask of me was ultimately this:
“In the absence of information, can you assume the best?”
If he hasn’t said much, he is likely deliberating, and his deliberation is one of my favorite traits he possesses.
If he hasn’t commented on a specific topic, he likely believes the topic deserves a deeper, extended conversation, and sharing comments without context would not do the topic justice. His commitment to nuance and complexity is one of my favorite traits he possesses.
If he hasn’t praised my achievement, he likely did not know it was important to me, and he is, of course, impressed by my work ethic and drive. His admiration for my self-discipline (and others’) is one of my favorite traits he possesses.
Luckily, I learned this lesson years ago. In the absence of information, I can assume the best. I consistently apply this to my work at Wiley Canning Company.
If a Wiley Workshop attendee does not ask a follow-up question throughout our time together, this attendee must be processing the wealth of information I have shared.
If a Wiley subscriber cancels or pauses payment, this subscriber must be paying careful attention to recurring financial priorities, an endeavor I highly encourage as a business owner.
If a summertime Wiley Workshop did not reach capacity, Wiley community members must be spending more time with their loved ones beneath the sunshine, enjoying a well-deserved vacation, or tending to their growing gardens.
More often than not, when there is an absence of information, the best case scenario (or a neutral case scenario) is true. We can assume the best in ourselves and each other.
This week, I wish you thin slices of healthy, generous assumption.
Week of June 17, 2024:
Often, when we feel an urge to make a big change, what we need most is to take great care.
What do I mean?
When we feel an urge to renovate our kitchen (a big change), what we might need most is to organize our cabinets, clean the inside of our refrigerator, wipe down our countertops, and thoroughly mop our kitchen floor (great care).
When we feel an urge to get a tattoo or color our hair (a big change), what we might need most is an hour of solo, sweaty, and music-filled exercise (great care).
When we feel an urge to withdraw from a friendship (a big change), what we might need most is a vulnerable conversation, affirmation, and an upcoming dinner date on the calendar (great care).
When we feel an urge to change our business model (a big change), what we might need most is a focused, quiet evening dedicated to one striking, high-quality Instagram photo that celebrates the existing beauty and value of our company.
Often, we are convinced our home, our body, our friendship, or our work needs a big change, and what it might need most is great care, attention, and love.
This concept is on my mind because Jared and I recently came across a remarkable home (and I mean remarkable!) on Zillow. (We’ve all been there.) It is far out of budget, and it is not a current option to us. However, it did cause my mind to wander.
Should we move?
Is our current home suitable for our growing family?
Do we need a home with fewer stairs?
I decided to respond to these doubts by taking great care of my current home, a home I love very much. I fluffed the pillows in our living room, watered our plants, and displayed a few of my favorite heirloom kitchenwares on our countertop. I immediately realized I did not want to move. What I needed most was to take great care of my current home.
The same response is often needed when I doubt myself as a business owner.
Should I find a commercial kitchen space?
Should I change the size of my team?
Do I need an advanced degree?
I decide to respond to these doubts by taking great care of our online presence and in-person experiences. I create a striking, high-quality Instagram photo. I send a note of gratitude to a past contractor or customer. I dive into a favorite canning cookbook to refresh my knowledge.
Do you feel an urge to make a big change? If so, is it possible a part of your life might need great care?
This week, I wish you thin slices of great care.
Week of June 03, 2024:
Growing up, when someone treated me poorly, one piece of advice my parents would share is, “Kill them with kindness.” Then, they knew one’s behavior was not always representative of their true character. They knew others, children especially, often treated someone poorly due to their own fear, misunderstanding, or pain. This is why the best response was not cruelty, but rather, it was gentleness, kindness, and possible friendship.
As a 33-year-old woman, I think about this concept often, one of responding with an equal and opposite emotion, behavior, or virtue.
What if, in response to poor treatment, we returned a genuine benefit of doubt?
What if, in response to feeling insecure about a recent project, we gave the next project the entirety of our unique gifts, minds, and hearts?
What if, in response to a friend experiencing chaos or drama, we met them with stability and a lack of judgement?
What if, in response to our child throwing an illogical tantrum, we wrapped our arms around them and reminded them we are, alongside one another, learning about ourselves and our boundaries in real time?
What if, when we doubt ourselves most, we put on a favorite outfit, make a delicious cup of coffee, and sit confidently in our desk chairs?
What if we respond to an external behavior by unveiling our kindness? What if we respond to an internal insecurity by pursuing our confidence?
If you are unsure of how to handle a behavior or insecurity, sometimes it’s best to think: equal and opposite.
This week, I wish you thin slices of kindness and confidence.
Week of May 27, 2024:
There is so much good in the world. There is so much compassion, progression, and hope.
There is also so much devastation and heartbreak in the world. As we continue to witness this devastation and heartbreak, I would love to share this poem with you, written by Kristine Claghorn.
In addition, below is a short list of gentle reminders for us.
“No idea is above scrutiny, and no people are beneath dignity.” — Maajid Nawaz
I first read this quote in Maajid Nawaz’s book, one he co-authored with Sam Harris, entitled Islam and The Future of Tolerance. This is a mantra I practice as I move forward as an American.
Deeyah Kahn reminds us our outer dialogue begins with our inner dialogue. How we speak to ourselves is reflected in how we speak to others.
This week, I wish you thin slices of compassion and intention.
Week of May 20, 2024:
How often do you experience true urgency?
On occasion, I recognize how few actions in my life are truly urgent. In other words, very few actions require urgency. This is an immense privilege.
I recently received an email that, at first, seemed to require urgent action. However, after pausing for a moment, I recognized how this was untrue. I could absolutely let this email rest for a couple of days.
A cicada recently made its way down my son’s shirt. The removal of it felt urgent, but in very prompt hindsight, I recognized how this was also untrue. Cicadas are incredibly non-predatory creatures. This experience was startling, but it was not urgent.
When an action is indeed urgent, we can trust our instincts and discernment. If we doubt ourselves, we can trust who we feel led to call whose instincts and discernment we deeply value.
When experiencing a moment of abrupt discomfort, I encourage us to ask the following questions:
Is this urgent, or is this startling?
Does this require urgent action, or can I let this rest a couple of minutes, hours, or days?
Is this urgent, and if so, what is the next most important step? Who is the next most important phone call?
This week, I wish you thin slices of pause.
Week of May 13, 2024:
Last week, I finished writing Thank You cards to close friends and family who gave Sullivan a birthday gift in December.
Yesterday, I reached out to a friend who I haven’t spoken to in several months.
Today, I plan to send an email to a past collaborator that I intended to send weeks ago.
It is never too late to take action on what is meaningful to us.
Is it embarrassing to have sent Thank You cards nearly five months after Sullivan’s birthday? A bit. But, it’s never too late to express gratitude.
Did I hesitate to reach out to this friend because it had been so long? Absolutely. But, we picked up right where we left off.
Will my email come as a surprise to this past collaborator? Perhaps. But, I would rather create a bit of surprise if it means I also create an expression of appreciation and excitement for all that is to come.
It is never too late to take action on what is meaningful to us.
This week, I wish you thin slices of action toward what is meaningful to you.
Week of May 06, 2024:
My dear friend, Kylie Nadeau, began her monthly book club in April. Last night, we gathered for the second time at her welcoming East Nashville home. Each month, before diving into a discussion of our chosen book, Kylie begins with a prompt to bring us into a shared headspace.
Last night, she asked, “What inspires you right now?” Nearly twenty people shared their current source of inspiration—ranging from their children to alone time to cannabis. It was a joy to hear what came to mind for fellow readers.
As always, one of my unfailing sources of inspiration is my friendships. I glean constant motivation, beauty, intimacy, and wisdom from them. Not only am I inspired by the friendships themselves, but I am also deeply inspired by the pursuits of my friends.
One close friend recently showed me patience and compassion when I made a scheduling error.
One close friend recently produced a beautiful photoshoot of timeless clothing.
One close friend recently made a mother-watering cheesecake recipe.
One close friend recently sent me photos of activities she created for her daughters.
One close friend recently released her first book, Disarray, a workbook that combines word search puzzles, photographs, and text designs.
My friends are my mood board. My daydream. My inspiration.
What inspires you right now?
This week, I wish you thin slices of inspiration.
Week of April 29, 2024:
A simple gratitude practice is an integral part of my day-to-day and well being. My practice is nothing fancy.
Each day, I acknowledge three things for which I feel thankful. I typically do this with Sullivan and Jared, as a part of Sullivan’s bedtime routine. We call this our Three Thankfuls. As I said, it’s nothing fancy.
Aside from acknowledging thin slices of joy with my son and husband, I’m often reminded of this truth:
There was a time in my life when I wanted the things I have right now.
There was a time in my life when Wiley Canning Company was merely an idea, one I shared and excitedly explored with family and friends.
There was a time in my life when I was newly pregnant with Sullivan, hoping and praying for a safe birth and healthy baby.
There was a time in my life when I was new to Nashville and longed for rich friendships, hoping I would soon cultivate deep, life-giving relationships.
So often, we’re focused on our futures as goal-oriented humans, parents, and business owners. It’s absolutely important to dream, and it’s important to acknowledge the gifts of our reality.
What was once a part of your daydream that is now a part of your reality? It is possible there was a time in your life when you wanted the things you have right now. Well done.
This week, I wish you thin slices of gratitude.
Week of April 22, 2024:
Tomorrow, I am running Nashville’s Rock ‘n’ Roll Half-Marathon with three close friends. Running amongst tens of thousands of fellow runners puts me in touch with my inner power in an indescribable way. This post on Instagram couldn’t ring more true.
What puts you in touch with your inner power? In other words, what are you doing when you feel most powerful?
Together, let’s explore this curiosity as we enter a new week.
This week, I wish you thin slices of inner power.
Week of April 15, 2024:
This week, I’ve been in a bit of a funk. The strange part is that I’m in a funk for no particular reason. Does this happen to you?
When I find myself in a funk, I remember a few pieces of wisdom I’ve learned during past spells of self-doubt or general unease.
01: Let the funk be.
When we are in a funk, what we need most is time.
02: Sift through your feelings with someone close to you.
Who might you call to say, “Hey. It’s been one those weeks. Can I think aloud with you about a few things?” Connection is healing. It can help normalize emotions that feel isolating or deactivate emotions that feel charged.
03: Do your best to identify the precise emotions you’re feeling.
This week, I’ve had numerous topics on my mind related to Wiley Canning Company, Chelsea J. O’Leary, and my family. At first glance, I thought I may be feeling overwhelm, but I believe what I’m actually feeling is loneliness. Carl Jung said, “Loneliness does not come from being alone, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important.” Identifying my precise emotions helps guide what happens next, which brings me to my next tidbit…
04: Ask yourself if any nurturing action can be taken.
Most days, for example, I deeply enjoy being a one-woman team at Wiley Canning Company. However, at times, I crave the partnership of a co-owner or the camaraderie of a team. Being in a position of leadership and autonomy can feel profoundly empowering, and it can feel unexpectedly lonely. To support this aspect of business ownership, I recently initiated monthly meetings with two business advisors. Each month, we meet to review the past month’s accomplishments, challenges, and finances. We plan for the month ahead, and we track where I am in relation to my annual goals. Inviting two people into Wiley Canning Company in this way, once per month, has helped nurture me and build my confidence as a business owner.
05: Move your body in any way, shape, or form.
Sometimes, when a moment in time feels mentally difficult, the solution is to get physical. Go for a long walk. Initate intimacy with your partner. Sing (or scream!) loudly in the car. Shake your hands in the air as if you’re drying them off. Go for a swim.
If you, too, find yourself in a funk, please remember there is nothing wrong with you, and there is likely nothing wrong with your circumstances. Please remember you are human, and funks, here and there, are inevitable.
Let the funk be.
Sift through your feelings with someone close to you.
Do your best to identify the precise emotions you’re feeling.
Ask yourself if any nurturing action can be taken.
Move your body in any way, shape, or form.
This week, I wish you thin slices of connection and ease, my friends. This too shall pass. Got it?
Week of April 08, 2024:
Recently, it feels as though I’ve made one big decision after another. In general, I make big decisions very slowly. I play out each decision in granular detail. I reach out to anyone who might have more wisdom than I surrounding a given topic. I deliberate. I consider. I leave no stone unturned.
I’m not referring to decisions related to an upcoming vacation or holiday. I’m talking about answers to questions such as, “Where will my son attend preschool?”
“Will I have another baby?”
“What is true about Wiley Canning Company in 2025? 2030?”
I ask myself, “Can I trust the decisions I make?”
Trusting our decisions is what ultimately allows us to feel peace once we are experiencing the reality of them. I took this question to my therapist this week. I asked her, “Can I trust this particular decision? Can I be certain it’s the right choice?”
She said, “First, I want to know: can you trust yourself?”
When we first trust ourselves, we can then trust the decisions we make. Finding peace with our decisions means first finding peace within ourselves—who we are and how we think.
Her question encouraged me to think about when I trust myself most.
I trust myself when I can hear my inner voice guiding me, as quiet or subtle as it may be at times. I hear my inner voice best when I run. I hear my inner voice best when I take a long shower. I hear my inner voice best when I open my laptop to write freely.
I trust myself best when I set aside time to discuss my decisions with Jared. His input is very influential. His validation is very powerful.
We can trust ourselves.
The key is creating time to listen to what we have to say. The key is creating time to receive input and validation from someone we deeply trust.
When do you hear your inner voice guiding you? When you walk? When you drive? When you sit quietly beneath the sun?
This week, I wish you thin slices of time with yourself. May you create circumstances to better hear your inner voice.
Week of April 01, 2024:
Recently, I read a conversation between two of my very dear friends, Elise Joseph and Zachary Gray.
As you might know, Elise has been a part of Wiley Canning Company in invaluable ways, including helping bring the Wiley Dinner Series to life in 2023.
Zachary has photographed several projects for Wiley, including my cookbook portraits, the Wiley Dinner Series in Charleston, the Wiley Dinner Series in Nashville, and more.
During their conversation, Elise asks Zachary, “What does success mean to you?”
He answers, “Being comfortable.”
Zachary’s answer stood out to me because it does not include references to a salary, audience size, or quantitive goal. He simply communicates, “I feel successful when I feel comfortable.”
This sentiment reminds me of my most successful days as a mother and business owner. My best days as a mom are spent allowing myself to be comfortable. When I think of my most successful Wiley Workshops, I think about how comfortable I felt when teaching.
I feel most comfortable when I am confident in what I can uniquely bring to the table.
What can I bring to Sullivan, as his mother, that Jared cannot? I can be confident in this.
What experiences can I specifically bring to people who are interested in home food preservation? I can be confident in this.
What can I personally bring to this particular friendship?
What special touch can I give my home?
How can I specifically connect with this customer?
When we remain aware of what we uniquely bring to our relationships and our work, we can feel more confident in ourselves. When we feel more confident in ourselves, we can move forward more comfortably.
This week, I wish you thin slices of confidence and comfort.
Week of March 25, 2024:
Next week, we begin.
We begin a new week.
We begin a new month.
We begin a new quarter.
At any time, but especially right now, you may begin.
Is there a goal you’ve recently considered that can begin this Monday? Write it down. Hang it up. How long will your goal realistically take to accomplish? Once you decide, can you work backward? Break your goal down into weekly steps. Break your weekly steps down into daily steps.
Is there an activity you’ve recently wanted to pursue with your partner, parent, or child? Can it be booked in advance? What might you wear? Let’s get it scheduled.
Is it time to forgive yourself for a past commitment that fell short? Everything is okay. You are still you, and you are still good, even though you do not have to be. Can you begin to let it go? You can.
Is there someone who has been on your mind recently? Can you schedule a dinner date or phone date in April or May? (I’ve been dying to return to Lou for dinner on their patio.) Connection, and reconnection, tends to come easily once we see each other or hear each other’s voices.
It is often true that beginning is the hardest part of any task, habit, or change. This moment in time creates satisfying clarity for us. This Monday is April 01, the beginning of a new week, month, and quarter. May we begin.
This week, I’m wishing you thin slices of beginnings.
Week of March 18, 2024:
One of the most enriching aspects of my life is my friendships. I care very deeply about investing in my friendships and infusing them with support, joy, honesty, and vulnerability.
Last night, I had dinner with three of my closest girlfriends. As they typically do, they asked me about Wiley Canning Company, my short-term goals, and my far-reaching dreams. I shared it all, and I explained how I am constantly engaged with feelings of inspiration and impatience as a business owner.
“I want to launch this product now.”
“I feel inspired to host this workshop now.”
“I wish I could hire this person now.”
These desires themselves, I believe, are highly valuable. This hunger is what drives me. I do not wish to squander it. It is also true that these desires, this hunger, must remain bonded to reality. In moments when I feel a strong appetite to launch, host, hire, and more, I say to myself:
“I can have it all, but I can’t have it all at once.”
I don’t want it all at once. I wish to build Wiley Canning Company brick by brick.
I write down every short-term goal and every far-reaching dream. I take them very seriously; I honor them and do not forget them. I choose carefully where to incrementally direct my attention, day to day. Wiley Canning Company has grown, and will grow, brick by brick due to this hunger and will, over time, experience launches, workshops, team members, and more. Wiley Canning Company can have it all, but it can’t have it all at once.
I encourage us all to apply this to areas of our lives beyond our careers.
“I want to take this trip now.”
“I feel inspired to wear this outfit now.”
“I wish I could share this experience with my child now.”
Allow this appetite for life to drive you. You can have it all. But, you can’t have it all at once. Brick by brick, dear friends. Brick by brick.
This week, I wish you thin slices of expansion.
Week of March 11, 2024:
Can we try something together this week?
Lately, I’ve been thinking about comparison and my relationship with comparison.
Comparison is inevitable. Don’t you think?
I believe it can, at times, be beneficial. It can also, at times, be incredibly discouraging.
This past week, I decided to pay extra close attention to moments when I was comparing myself to someone. For me, this is typically another woman. She’s typically a mother, partner, and business owner. In other words, I often compare myself to fellow humans on parallel life paths. What about you? When I became aware of my feelings of comparison, I immediately asked myself, “In this moment, how does 2024 Chelsea O’Leary compare to 2020 Chelsea O’Leary?”
Have I moved in a direction of which I feel proud?
Do I feel more aligned with my heart’s deepest desires?
What might 2020 Chelsea O’Leary think of 2024 Chelsea O’Leary?
When we accept that comparison is inevitable, we are better able to play with it, to healthily live among it. We are better able to use it as a tool to self-reflect.
This week, when you become aware of feelings of comparison, will you join me in asking, “How does 2024 me compare to 2020 me?”
I hope you think to yourself, “Look how far I’ve come.”
“I’ve moved in a direction of which I feel proud.”
“I feel more aligned with my heart’s deepest desires.”
I also wish to leave us with this question:
What might I continue, begin, or leave behind in 2024 in order to feel proud and aligned in 2028?
This week, I wish you thin slices of healthy self-comparison.
Plus, here is an essay I wrote in 2020 about comparison. It rings true today.
Week of March 04, 2024:
My all-time favorite work of fiction is Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow by Gabrielle Zevin. When I finished this book, I felt so much grief it had ended. So, I immediately restarted it.
It follows the lives and work of three main characters: Sam Masur, Sadie Green, and Marx Watanabe.
Marx, in particular, is universally beloved by readers. Aside from being born into wealth and charm, Marx seems to experience genuine joy, love, generosity, and luck throughout his young life.
Below is a passage from Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow that has remained with me about Marx. (Warning: spoilers are ahead.)
“Sadie, do you see this? This is a persimmon tree! This is my favorite fruit.” Marx picked a fat orange persimmon from the tree, and he sat down on the now termite-free wooden deck, and he ate it, juice running down his chin.
“Can you believe our luck?” Marx said. “We bought a house with a tree that has my actual favorite fruit.”
Sam used to say that Marx was the most fortunate person he had ever met. He was lucky with lovers, in business, in looks, and in life. But the longer Sadie knew Marx, the more she thought Sam hadn’t truly understood the nature of Marx’s good fortune. Marx was fortunate because he saw everything as if it were a fortuitous bounty. It was impossible to know—were persimmons his favorite fruit, or had they just now become his favorite fruit because there they were growing in his own backyard?
Is Marx’s fortune the result of luck, or is it the result of seeing everything as if it were a fortuitous bounty?
Throughout her novel, Gabrielle Zevin asks countless thought-provoking questions like this. I wonder, “Is our fortune the result of luck, or is it, or can it be, the result of seeing everything as if it were a fortuitous bounty?”
This week, I wish you thin slices of fortuitous bounties.
Week of February 12, 2024:
Can I send you into a new week with three mantras?
They are each about time, and they have helped ground me in moments when I feel as though time is slipping away.
01: Life is long.
02: I have all the time that I need.
03: Things of quality have no fear of time.
When I dream about the future of Wiley Canning Company, I remind myself: life is long. I have time to bring my dreams to life with intention.
When the day seems to be moving too quickly, I remind myself: I have all the time that I need. This was taught to me by Carissa Shapiro.
When I feel eager to release new content into the world, I remind myself: things of quality of have no fear of time. This was shared with me by Elise Joseph.
We have time, dear friends. We have time.
This week, I wish you thin slices of slowness.
Week of February 05, 2024:
Recently, in this portion of my newsletter, I’ve invited you into my daily and weekly routines. This seems to have been incredibly useful to many of you. If there is anything else (truly, anything!) you would like to know about how I structure my time, you can ask me by replying to this email. I will compile my answers and share them through the subscription next week.
Now, let’s move on to what I’m dying to share with you this week.
Last August, I wrote the following:
Do you consume the work of Andrew Huberman?
I began listening to his podcast recently, and I’m learning so much about the way our brains and bodies function. Recently, on Instagram, he discussed how proactively sharing our goals publicly can often deter us from remaining committed to them. You can listen to his reasoning here.
Until recently, I admittedly experienced the opposite. After announcing a goal, I felt more committed to it because I now had public accountability. Now, I experience a newfound urge to keep my goals more private. I’m considering why this may be.
Since I wrote this, I’ve paid close attention to if, and how, I share my goals. Nearly six months later, I can confidently say:
Share your goals!
Talk about them! Write them on a Post-it, and stick ’em on your mirror. Ask your closest friends or partner to check in on them.
In many ways, we become who we imagine, and I believe it’s important to share our imagination—our dreams—with others. What is more, I believe sharing our dreams increases our accountability to them. Sharing my dreams certainly does not deter me from achieving them. Sharing my dreams supports and strengthens them, significantly.
Some might say speaking our dreams aloud is a form of manifestation. The word manifesting has become sensational, and perhaps overused, but here is the best way I’ve seen it describe as of late, written by Jedidiah Jenkins:
I’m torn on manifestation. I think it’s real. The people I know that are most serious about it, that write what they want on pieces of paper and stick them around the house, get those things. I’ve seen it happen. It also makes sense, even if you rinse the magical thinking out. You set your sights on something, you speak about it and ask for it, and the algorithm of your mind will spot every thing that brings it closer, and grab onto it.
But I hesitate because I love living in that failure free world of wanting nothing. I risk nothing. I just let whatever happens happen. I can’t decide if I’m zen and wantless, or afraid and avoidant.
Well, here’s a little manifestation for my day. I found this little statue at an antique store in Santa Barbara. He was jumbled with a hundred other things and I spotted him straight away. The moment I held him I thought ‘this would make an amazing writing award.’ So, one day, when I am old and flanked by books I’ve written, I’m going to make an award for excellence in memoir. This little statue.
A boy, naked, sitting to pick a thorn from his foot. Every good thing I’ve ever written has felt like I was naked, and desperate to pull out what’s been bothering me.
”You set your sights on something, you speak about it and ask for it, and the algorithm of your mind will spot every thing that brings it closer, and grab onto it.”
Allow the algorithm of your mind to work. Speak your dreams aloud, my friends.
This week, I wish you thin slices of manifestation.
Week of January 29, 2024:
Last week, I shared my weekly routine, and many of you reached out to say how helpful it was for you.
A routine, to me, is so much more than a schedule. It is my home base. I know where to return when I venture astray, and I am more encouraged to venture astray because I know exactly where to return.
This week, I want to invite you into my daily routine. My hope is that it sparks inspiration and curiosity for you, as you design a day, each day, that allows you to feel fluid, organized, and centered.
It’s worth noting I was born a morning person. I prefer to be early to bed and early to rise. In my dream world, I am in bed between 9:00—9:30pm and wake up between 4:30—5:00am. Sullivan sleeps until around 7:30am, and when I am able to work for nearly two hours (even one!) before he wakes up, my entire day is significantly more centered. It is the early morning when I prefer to write specifically, including a recipe, essay, or important email.
Every morning, after waking up, I try to do something meaningful before looking at my phone. Phones, and social media specifically, are addictive, meaning they send a surge of dopamine to our reward-based neural pathways. Without diving into the details of our neuroscience, I do not want my first dopamine hit of the day to come from an addictive device. One very simple way I manage this is by experiencing something meaningful before looking at my phone: a warm cup of coffee, a short meditation, or sweet cuddles with Jones. Then, I dive into my favorite working hours until Sullivan wakes up.
Once Sullivan is awake, my mindset shifts, and I am in mom mode until our nanny arrives. Once she settles in with Sullivan, I aim to move my body in some way, and I manually update my (very analog) financial spreadsheets. (I track my spending manually and daily as a personal financial practice.) At this point, it’s mid-morning, and it’s time to dive into work for the day.
The way I begin work is by writing my Daily Big 3 in my Full Focus Journal, a journal I have used for years. Every day, it essentially asks, “What are today’s three most important things?” I complete one, and then I move onto the next most important thing, and so on. I follow this approach my entire workday. It keeps me very in touch with my priorities. It also brings me peace of mind because I know, at the end of each day, I worked on the most important-to-me tasks.
Once our nanny leaves, I return to mom mode until Sullivan’s bedtime. Depending on the evening, I will spend one-on-one time with Jared or work additional hours.
I am always very happy to answer any and all questions about routine and time management. I will do an Ask Me Anything on Instagram about these topics.
This week, I wish you thin slices of mental clarity.
Week of January 22, 2024:
Do you consider yourself someone who prefers to have a routine?
I certainly do.
I prioritize a weekly routine knowing my week will inevitably require pivots due to the unexpected. My routine allows me to feel more flexible, as counterintuitive as this may sound.
Having a routine is like having a home base; I know where to return if I venture astray. Furthermore, I am more encouraged to venture astray because I know exactly where to return.
My routine works beautifully for me. I have followed a weekly routine for well over one year now, and it has proven successful. This weekly structure helps me set realistic goals, organize my time in a consistent way, and nearly eliminates decision fatigue when scheduling.
My weekly routine is below.
Monday:
Personal / Chelsea J. O’Leary
Tuesday:
Wiley Canning Company
Wednesday:
Wiley Canning Company
Thursday:
Personal / Chelsea J. O’Leary
Friday:
Wiley Canning Company
Mondays and Thursdays are dedicated to personal tasks and any work related to my personal brand, Chelsea J. O’Leary. They include errands, extracurriculars for Sullivan, appointments, long runs, and more. They also include completing partnerships and dedicated time to write, manage my print shop (coming soon!), and create and edit photos.
Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Fridays are dedicated to Wiley Canning Company. They include meetings, shipping orders, teaching Wiley Workshops, planning upcoming events, writing my newsletter, and more. If the task is related to Wiley, I do my absolute best to pursue and complete it on a Tuesday, Wednesday, or Friday.
There are, of course, caveats and exceptions. My weekly routine applies only to the days and timeframes I have childcare. Our beloved nanny works from 8:00am to 4:00pm, Monday through Friday. My first two orders of business each day, once she arrives and settles in, are moving my body and updating my financial spreadsheets. I aim to move my body, and I manually track my personal and work-related finances, on a daily basis.
During evenings and on weekends and holidays, I am, of course, with Sullivan full time, and I do my best to remain fully present with him and avoid multi-tasking. More often than not, I open my laptop to work once Sullivan is in bed, and my late working hours are almost exclusively dedicated to Wiley, no matter the day.
It is likely clear how this structure helps me compartmentalize my time. For example, when I know it’s time to schedule a doctor’s appointment, I know to schedule it on a Monday or Thursday. When I know it’s time to schedule an interview for In Dialogue, I know to schedule it on a Tuesday, Wednesday, or Friday. This structure gives me a template, and this template saves me time and energy.
What do you think?
Do you follow a similar weekly routine? If so, does it feel helpful for you? If not, are you interested in creating one? I would, as always, love to hear.
This week, I wish you thin slices of routine and consistency.
Week of January 15, 2024:
There is no shame in what you do not know.
I’m going to write that again.
There is no shame in what you do not know.
Recently, I was on a call with someone I admire very deeply. The purpose of our call was to discuss the future of Wiley Canning Company. I shared my detailed vision with her, and she offered me support, validation, and curiosity.
At several moments during our call, she asked me questions for which I did not have answers. As her questions progressed, my lack of answers caused me to feel embarrassed, and eventually, my feelings of embarrassment grew into feelings of shame.
“Why don’t I know this?” I asked myself.
“You should know that, Chelsea,” I scolded.
However, this was the first time since beginning Wiley Canning Company I had spoken in such specific, granular terms with someone who has far more entrepreneurial experience than I. I did not know the answers to her questions because I had not yet discovered the questions themselves.
In the days following our call, I thought of my son. Not long ago, he burned his finger on my curling iron. He did not know my curling iron was a hot object. He reached for it when I was turned away, and he experienced a minor burn for first time. The last emotion that comes to mind when I think of his absence of knowledge is shame.
I thought of a close friend. For years, she has felt uncertain about whether or not to pursue having a child. She can envision a beautiful life with and without a child, and right now, she does not know what the future holds for her family. The last emotion that comes to mind when I think of her uncertainty is shame.
I thought of my 24-year-old self. I had just moved to Nashville and felt very unsure of where to take my career. I was working in medical research with a plan to attend medical school, but I felt a quiet pull to pursue a more creative path. The last emotion that comes to mind when I think of this past version of myself is shame.
Is the unknown uncomfortable? Yes.
Is the yet-to-be discovered intimidating? It can be.
Can a gap in knowledge feel embarrassing? Perhaps.
Is any of this shameful? No.
We do the best we can with the information we have. We do the best we can with the certainty we have. We will discover what is meant for us—the questions and the answers—when the time is right.
This week, I wish you thin slices of self-compassion.
Week of January 08, 2024:
Last week, I began a meditation course. I am deeply interested in the landscape of my mind, and I believe a meditation practice will enable me to uncover aspects of myself currently unavailable to me.
As the course began, my teacher shared an idea that has remained with me all week.
He said, “We have this notion that mental growth stops in adulthood. You can learn new things, of course, but your mind itself doesn’t improve, or at least that’s what people seem to imagine. So, we seem to view our minds as being entirely distinct from our bodies…because we understand that physical training is real. There are people who lose 100 pounds and become competitive triathletes, right? Now, however rare those extreme transformations are, we know that they’re possible, and the rest of us pursue our own efforts at physical self-improvement on that same landscape of possibility.
But, most of us are genuinely unaware that it is possible to change our minds.
At what age do we learn how to have better conversations?
At what age do we learn how to have better conversations with ourselves?
Meditation, real meditation, is an essential piece here.”
Today, on January 12, 2024, one idea that excites me most is this: our mental growth does not stop. When we pursue new-to-us emotional, intellectual, conversational, and meditative endeavors, we can truly alter our minds. When we alter our minds, we can alter our sense of self, systems of belief, relationships, work, and more.
I am so looking forward to discovering what meditation has in store. I will continue to share my experience here. I will also share my meditation course as soon as I’m finished.
This week, I’m wishing you thin slices of real contemplation.Last week, I began a meditation course. I am deeply interested in the landscape of my mind, and I believe a meditation practice will enable me to uncover aspects of myself currently unavailable to me.
As the course began, my teacher shared an idea that has remained with me all week.
He said, “We have this notion that mental growth stops in adulthood. You can learn new things, of course, but your mind itself doesn’t improve, or at least that’s what people seem to imagine. So, we seem to view our minds as being entirely distinct from our bodies…because we understand that physical training is real. There are people who lose 100 pounds and become competitive triathletes, right? Now, however rare those extreme transformations are, we know that they’re possible, and the rest of us pursue our own efforts at physical self-improvement on that same landscape of possibility.
But, most of us are genuinely unaware that it is possible to change our minds.
At what age do we learn how to have better conversations?
At what age do we learn how to have better conversations with ourselves?
Meditation, real meditation, is an essential piece here.”
Today, on January 12, 2024, one idea that excites me most is this: our mental growth does not stop. When we pursue new-to-us emotional, intellectual, conversational, and meditative endeavors, we can truly alter our minds. When we alter our minds, we can alter our sense of self, systems of belief, relationships, work, and more.
I am so looking forward to discovering what meditation has in store. I will continue to share my experience here. I will also share my meditation course as soon as I’m finished.
This week, I’m wishing you thin slices of real contemplation.
Week of January 01, 2024:
This week, as we have collectively entered 2024 (wow!), I have tried hard to be unhurried. I am a very excitable person, and I like to do, do, do…now, now, now. Sometimes, though, this means I take action too quickly. I make mistakes. I forget to call. I miss an important detail. I stay up too late.
When I first read about the core value of being unhurried, I thought, “I want to value that, too.” Since beginning to practice this value more intentionally, I have never regretted spending more time in thought or in action.
My dear friend and colleague, Elise, seems to have mastered this. She often brings a deep breath to a shared project. “Let’s sleep on it, okay?” might be one of the best sentences she spoke to me in 2023.
“Let’s pause.”
“Let’s take some time and touch base in a few days.”
Be unhurried.
Let’s try on this value together. Let’s see how it feels.
This week, I’m wishing you thin slices of unhurried-ness.