Dear Reader,

I’ve got a 2-for-1 special here for you. Hope you enjoy.

Love, George.

Wednesday, May 14th 2025

Dear Reader,

Good evening! It’s 7:45pm. That’s right—PM! I’ve been in such a regular cadence of writing first thing in the morning (as I also did this morning) that it actually feels quite odd to be writing to you.

In fact, I might not be writing to you at all. This one is going into a Google Doc instead of a Substack, so who knows if it’ll see the light of day.

I’m at the Cute Cat Cafe on Fresh Pond Road and it was the perfect choice. So cozy and the barista lady was so cheery and she made me smile.

I’m only here (and I’m only writing) because the broker is doing a couple of showings of my apartment right now. I asked if it would be best if I left the apartment and she said yes so people feel more relaxed and like they can take their time, so I happily obliged, and this cafe was standing out to me in my mind.

I’m sipping a decaf americano even though I’m starting to become so sensitive to caffeine that I can feel the effects of a decaf coffee. This morning it felt like I had a full, normal coffee. I had a similar feeling two days ago, but chalked it up to being hungry. After feeling it two days in a row though, it’s undeniable. How wild! All the detoxing as part of my Walden Year is making my system super sensitive. Crazy.

I met with D, the manager of the communal living space I’m going to be moving to on June 1st. We went to this incredible cafe in lower Manhattan that had a no-shoes-allowed back section filled with carpets, string lights, and floor cushions. There was a business-looking man fast asleep on some of the cushions! I loved being there and me and D had an amazing conversation. I got to hear a bit of his story and share mine; he’s also into Buddhism & personal growth and even business funnels & content creation & things like that so we clicked on multiple levels and I’m feeling even more excited to be living in the space that he helps curate (and also lives in).

I told him how relieved I feel about having the room secured, and I told him about how I stayed in my previous high-rent apartment after my partner and I split because I thought the pressure would expand me but it turned out that it just put me deep into hustle and grind mode. He said, “Yup, been there.” I thought that was funny because this whole thing is a relatively large scale realization I’m only just now having and he hit me with the casual “Yup, been there” and I know it’ll be me saying that to someone else in a couple years.

I’m still in awe of how the Universe is taking care of all of this for me, the move and all.

O, sweet, sweet surrender!
To release control is the sweetest bliss.

Dear God,
Please continue to guide me.
Amen.

Love,
George Poulos

P.S. This decaf americano is yummy but also slightly tastes like burnt popcorn. Interesting!

Thursday, May 15, 2025

Dear Reader,

Good morning. Since I wrote just last night, writing this letter feels possibly excessive and I can’t tell if I want to do it.

My morning medi also returned to that rushed and agitated energy. Argh!

I sat for 9 minutes and was basically just eager to get up the whole time.

I’m in a really open flow of creativity so one of the main things creating agitation is a desire to check social media and see how the world is responding.

This is really fun and energizing, but again, if I’m not careful, it’s going to slip into a bad place.

This is usually where I’ll catch myself and enforce a 24-to-48 hour detox in order to course-correct my prtactice.

This weekend however I’m traveling (which I’ll tell you about after) so a tech detox won’t happen (again).

*Deep breaths*

It feels like summer with all this action.

Perhaps after writing this letter I’ll go for a long walk to help ground myself and calm down ahead of the Freedom Call that I’ll be hosting at 11AM EST (I hope you’ll join us! There’s a 7-day free trial if you’re interested in trying it out), then I’ll scurry over to a coffee shop (Bushwick this time) to meet up with a community member to pass along my old Ram Dass books, and finally will have a consultation call in the evening.

Woohoo!

Yes, I think that walk will be worth while…

Oh— as a quick update on apartment stuff, it sounds like the apartment showings went really well last night, and at least a few people will be sending in applications. The broker is hopeful to have a new tenant secured by the end of the week.

It’s been such a pleasure working with this broker honestly— and I’m still blown away by the fact that once I was brave enough to be honest with everybody, all the pieces started moving in an impeccable and unstoppable flow. It’s all just happening.

Wow.

I even had the thought that if my folks ever wanted to get tenants in their building (the one I was considering moving into before the communal-artists living situation came up) I’ll definitely reach out to this broker. This interconnected web of human support is a pretty cool thing to be a part of, actually.

I’m trying to think if there’s anything else…

I’m cooking potatoes (despite how early it is, I’m feeling quite hungry) and I’ve brewed a decaf coffee. Even though I’m now apparently sensitive enough to feel the caffeine in a decaf, I still don’t feel the need to cut out decaf coffees. Not yet at least.

I think that’ll be all for now.

I look forward dearly to continue staying connected with you, and I hope to see you on a Community Call soon (where the real magic happens). I’m also available for 1:1 of course if you want deeper support on your spiritual/creative journey. It is my devotion to support you with this.

With all my love,
George Poulos