Hello and welcome,
My name is Molly, but you can call me Mol. I’ve always made sense of the world (and my place in it) through words - words that I’ve hastily typed in phone notes on the train, or scribbled in my morning pages, or hand-written in greeting cards to give to friends, and my personal favourite, screamed into karaoke microphones.
I thought it was about time to create a more intentional container for my words, and so Spag Mol was born. This Substack is an experiment in documenting the tangle of my spaghetti brain — not to separate the strands, but to savour life in all its delicious, complex, carb-loaded messiness.
My hypothesis is that if I make space for more words in my life, perhaps I can experience more of it - life, that is.
A taste of what to expect
I think (and therefore write) a lot about the size, shape, and pace of life. I’m curious about relationships and the ways we relate to people, to time, to change. I’m fascinated by the pursuit of mastery, including my reasons for writing.
Three things I believe in:
Universal timing (cosmic coincidences)
Going with the gut-feel
It’s always time for tea
Three things I find joy in:
Sharing long, comfortable silences
Receiving “this made me think of you” messages
Eating heaping, steaming bowls of spaghetti
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