Letters from Emery

I had a daydream the other day, about this wonderful puzzle called life. As I totter my own line between faith and free will, I thought it fitting to share. I hope you bathe in it as such—a daydream pondering more than a soapbox lecture. Take from it what you will…A thread in the fog You’re standing at the base of a mountain range.And you look to the few mountains you might like to climb.You assess what you can,Perhaps even what “calls” to you. And at some point—Time, crumbling away the cliff of comfort beneath you—You must choose a mountain to climb.Chances are, something will pull you, and you’ll have to decide.So, you move in the direction you feel most pulled…The trail will start out foggy. But along the way, the path will begin to clear.One step at a time, the path will clear.And clear,And clear some more.You’re finally making way, the sun warming your skin & soul.This, with the utmost certainty, is where the path will fork.You’ve made it so far already (in whatever direction you chose, and for whatever reason, still uncertain).So… you’ve got to decide (again).One is the path and the path alone,Lovely, rich with all you could ask of a grand adventure.It ends in a summit, just like the other.But riddled, too, with fog, treachery, and danger,With no chance for help.The other path, ripe in equal danger, Hosts a faint, golden thread weaving quietly along the side,One that glows when you speak to it.If you were to wander off-path or, God forbid, get lost,You could find your way with a whisper.Time to decide…Do you blindly follow the left fork, with nothing to guide you?The cynical would look to the thread and scoff:“What trick is this? I don’t need a rope. And what if it’s a trap?” Or do you, with a curious faith and optimism, decide there must be something to this thread in the fog… And pick the right? The point is,Life is a fog.And (I’ve come to think) God designed it that way so that I’d have to trust in something beyond my own mind to navigate it:Him.I’d have to trust in Him. Lest I waste my days and this glorious opportunity called “life” wandering around in the fog, hoping (to no one) I just happen to get it all right by chance. Personally, I’ve been arrogant at times to think I can manage on my own. Wandering around in the fog, convincing myself I’ll again find the sun, and “on my own, damnit”…Without fail, the fog has only thickened, and only the more lost have I become.The times when I’ve picked up that golden thread again… My path has cleared in days. Without fail. True story…I wrote this piece some 8 months ago.Last week, I started reading the Bible again (picked up my thread)…This morning, I finished the book of John, flipped through my notes, and this verse jumped out at me:“Walk while you have the light, lest darkness overtake you. The one who walks in the darkness does not know where he is going.” -John 12:35As I closed my Bible, with resounding clarity, I heard a whisper to “go sit and write”…Guess what was at the top of my drafts… I hope you got something from this, however small. I myself certainly still grapple with this “thread in the fog” daily. But that’s the beauty of it, I think. I don’t have it figured out in the slightest…But, thread in hand, I can happily take the next step in this grand adventure of life knowing… It hasn’t steered me wrong yet. Who really knows, I guess, but… I like my odds.Wishing you the grandest adventure, -EmerySomeone come to mind?New here? Sign up for soul food and tactical ponderings on the art of living. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit lettersfromemery.substack.com

Hi everyone, It’s been since April 22nd, 2025, since I’ve written to you. Sad, I know. And I can’t blame you if you thought I was done with these letters for good. Seems I’ve written a few of these “come back” letters and, believe me, I hate that… Even if it’s a quick dance and a scribble, I’m gonna try to keep some coming. At least to save myself (let alone all of you) from the words, “I’m back”…That’s probably a letter in itself… Anyway, I wrote this today, and I know it might sound sad and “Blue”, but I thought I’d share it, in the spirit of being “back” and all… (Yuck) Here ‘goes… Clearing the cobwebsSeems like every time I’ve sat down to write latelyIt’s been about how long it’s been since I haveThis ole world, Blue…Got me running around for checksChecking boxesChecking schedulesChecking in on thisChecking out on thatMeanwhile, my books cry softly in the cornerCollecting cobwebsMeanwhile, my typewriter sits sad on the shelfDrawing its own chalk outline of dustMeanwhile, my journals, some 15 of them, sulk in the cornerLonging for the penAnd for once-excited handsAs of late, My book of to-do’sHas been my finest workThis crazy ole world, Blue…“Golden silk from worlds beyondReach through heaven’s armsTo embrace me in the breath of day”These days distilled down to “Sun in the trees” When did my mind lose her poetryWhen did my eyes lose their lust for lifeWhen did my feet trade their dance for a shuffleWhere has Emery gone?That wild-eyed, life-thirsty rebel, craving for meaning beyond all words and happily foaming at the mouth for adventureHell…Maybe this is his first at-bat…Back at last from the black, bastard depths of this bat-shit ole worldSomeone on your mind? Subscribe for more soul food and tactical advice for the art of living. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit lettersfromemery.substack.com

I think I can speak for all of us(Enough of us at least)To say…At the end of this thing called life We’d like to say it counted for something.I would never try to define what that “something” is for you.I would never try to say that you’re not already making your “something” count.And I would never say that doing what you need to is outside of your “something”. But what I will sayIs this…If you want your life to count for something(Something beyond just paying your taxes and enjoying your favorite Netflix show, let’s say)* (If you haven’t already) I hope you genuinely make some time to figure out what the hell your “something” really is * I’m no God, but if I could live a second in his shoes, I’d say your “something” might be something like… Your unique gift(s) applied in the service of others/the world at large.* Multiply that over a lifetime and maybe that “something” is something like: Someone who found their unique gift(s) and tried their best to make the world better through them. * Once you’ve found your “something”, I hope you make the time every day to act on it* Yes, we all have things to do. Yes, life gets in the way sometimes. But if every day of your life, life got in the way of you pursuing your “something”… Well, the world wouldn’t be what it could be if you didn’t let it get in the way. * (Even 20 minutes a day would do… and we all have 20 minutes) As the days have rolled on, regardless of me doing my “something” about them or not I’ve become ever more painfully aware That if I want my life to count for something Then I better make every day I get count for something So…How will you make this fine day in this life of yours count for something? (Beyond a paycheck and your favorite Netflix show, let’s say)Something to chew on this fine Monday morning at least… Wishing you a day that counts And if you haven’t found it yet (like me) All the strength and clarity you need to find it (Your “something”),-EmeryP.S. I’m no God Almighty, but I can say that I’ve fought with my “something” a lot (and still do every day). If you need a starting point for that bottomless question, this was mine: “If I were God (my creator)—looking down on me in my final moments—What would I wish he (my creation) had done with the life he was givenTo make me (God) say: ‘Well done, my child. That was a life well-lived.’ ? This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit lettersfromemery.substack.com

Sometimes, your life’s biggest moments disguise themselves in just a few seconds.Deciding to pursue a new business.Asking that guy/gal on a date. Popping “the question.”Quitting a soul-sucking job. Choosing to move states, or countries, or cut someone toxic out of your life…Some of life’s greatest moments will disguise themselves in seconds. If you’re on the fence about making a big jump, here are a few questions to ask yourself before you do (or don’t)... 1. Does it both terrify AND excite you?Making a jump to something new should terrify you. That’s how you know it’s probably worth doing... However, if it’s JUST terrifying, you either have some re-thinking to do, or you need a stronger foundation to jump from (ie. a better plan).  If it’s both terrifying AND exciting... Now that’s where the magic happens. 2. Will it force you to grow in a direction future you would be proud of? This one’s pretty simple... If you’re not growing where you are, you really must, at the very least, find SOMETHING that will force you to grow. (Stagnation is a deadly disease)If you are blessed with the opportunity to grow in a direction future you would be proud of, it is your OBLIGATION to go that route- no matter how terrifying. 3. Would you at 85 regret NOT doing it?This just seals the deal for me...If the first two are a yes, AND you would regret having NOT done it at 85, then congrats.You have yourself a full f*ck yes. Time to jump…If no one else does, I believe in you, -Emery Was this helpful? Share it with someone who might feel the same. New here? Subscribe for more soul food & tactical advice for living your best life. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit lettersfromemery.substack.com

Goals without a plan (and the no-bullshit commitment to see them through) are just wishes. Believe me, I’m speaking from experience… I can’t tell you how many goals I’ve set that I let float past me, all because I lacked the following:1. A defined plan to achieve them 2. The commitment to see the plan through 3. A support network to keep me on track 4. The discipline to eliminate the things that don’t align with my goals If you can get these four things in place, there’s simply no stopping you. Don’t let 2023 swallow yet another journal full of dreams…Wishing you the best 2023 ever,-Emery New here? Subscribe for regular soul food & tactical advice for living your best life. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit lettersfromemery.substack.com

Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work.Goood morning Friends of Emery! Hope you’re all off to an amazing week and are taking every chance to smell the roses. Without dragging on at all, I have a few very exciting updates for you today that I just cannot contain any longer…#1: NEWS FOR LETTERS FROM EMERYMy first big “talk” is coming out next week. In fact, more than just a “talk," I’m launching a whole new chapter of Letters from Emery next week. I won’t say too much now, but let’s just say…You’re going to want to:#2: NEW PROJECT LAUNCHING SOONMy dear friend (and #1 reader) Jordan Veiga is setting out to break, not one, not two, but three (maybe even four…) WORLD RECORDS in 2023. (Trust me, I’m not talking about eating pies or balancing eggs here) After a monumental 90 days of progress together (and a heartfelt meeting this past Sunday) I’ve decided to embark on this journey with him as a kind of project manager, advisor, community builder, and of course—dear friend. We’ll be launching that project together on January 1st, 2023.More to come then (Jordan is in our LFE chat by the way). #3 IMPACT UPDATEWe’ve planted 270 mangrove trees in KenyaIn collaboration with Only One, we are helping to fund the planting of one million mangrove trees in Port Reitz creek.The project is revitalizing the environment, lifting local communities out of extreme poverty, and combating climate change.The El Niño ocean warming event of 1997 to 1998 led to widespread loss of mangrove forest in Port Reitz, so restoration is more important than ever.Across Kenya, our mangrove planting partner Eden Reforestation Projects is transforming the lives of over 670 employees!Cick here to learn more about the project →We’ve planted 14 new corals in PolynesiaIn collaboration with Only One, we are helping to fund the planting of 10,000 corals in the crystal waters of Mo'orea, a volcanic island in the Pacific 11 miles northwest of Tahiti.The project is rebuilding the reef with corals more able to withstand climate change, protecting ocean wildlife, and benefiting local people.Mo'orea is surrounded by 13 marine protected areas. Marine reserves like these are vital for securing a positive future for the ocean.Our coral planting partner Coral Gardeners is the brainchild of Titouan Bernicot, an ocean kid who loved his island’s magnificent reef ecosystem and dreamed big!Cick here to learn more about the project →We’ve Removed 1,800 plastic bottles in French Polynesia (21kg of ocean plastic)In collaboration with Only One, we are helping to fund the removal of 25,000 kilograms of plastic from the Indian Ocean coastal belt.The project is stopping the flow of plastic into the ocean, helping conserve marine life, and contributing directly to informal waste workers’ incomes.Our plastics removal partner Plastics For Change is the largest and most trusted source of Fair Trade recycled plastic in the world!Cick here to learn more about the project →We’ve reduced 2.1t of carbon emissions from deforestation in CambodiaIn collaboration with Only One, we are helping to fund the reduction of 2,000 tonnes of carbon by helping preserve a 445,339-hectare watershed in Southern Cardamom.The project is tackling climate change, saving species on land and in the water, and creating sustainable livelihood opportunities.The terrestrial, freshwater, and coastal habitats are part of the Cardamom Mountains rainforest ecoregion, one of the world’s top 200 biodiversity locations!Through our carbon reduction partner Stand For Trees, the project is certified by the Verified Carbon Standard (VCS) and has achieved CCB Gold Level status for providing exceptional climate, community, and biodiversity benefits.Cick here to learn more about the project →Click here to see our full community impact board →That’s all from me today, friends. Lots of exciting things in the works and I’m so thrilled and honored to share in them with you. Wishing you all the best week ever, and thanks again so much for being what makes Letters from Emery the #1 home for soulful living on Substack.Your neighborhood lighthouse keeper,-EmeryIf Letters from Emery has made any impact on you at all, please share it. Who knows who it could help, or how much. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit lettersfromemery.substack.com

There are 32 days left in 2022. Crazy right?Yeah, that hit me like a ton of bricks this morning…As a French-appetizer-sized sampler of the 1.7 million thoughts that plundered my mind this morning, a few of them were: “Did I do what I set out to do this year? Did I give it my best? What could I have done better? What would I change… if anything? At 85 looking back, would I be proud of me this year?” After taking an hour or so to have tea with myself and reflect on 2022, I thought: Why not write a letter to 2023 me? That way, I can…* Get clear on what’s important to me * Have something to come home to throughout the year (that will keep me heart-aligned & on-track for a damn good year)* Have something to look back on over the years (and maybe even have a laugh over)* Have a home base for next year’s check-inI’ll be sharing mine here with you all soon, but for now, I wanted to share my writing guide for Tea with Future You, so you can have a go yourselves before the ball drops. Who knows, maybe it’ll be the most impactful (and useful) thing you do to gear up for a brand new year. (Trust me, it’s way more potent than scribbling out resolutions.) Writing Guide: Tea with Future You* What would a beautiful 2023 look like? * Where would you go?* What would you do?* What wouldn’t you do? * Who would you meet? * Who would you become? * What were your favorite parts of 2022? * Memories, successes, places you went, things you did* Your least favorite? * Any “failures” (lessons), marks missed, regrets (opportunities in disguise)* Of your favorite moments in 2022, what would you love to have more of in 2023?* More ___ (laughs, trips, concerts, time with friends, talks with God) * Of your least favorite moments in 2022, what would you like to change in 2023? * Less ___ (beating yourself up, wasting time, saying Yes when you really mean No, binge eating)* At 85, what (if anything) would you look back and wish you did in 2023? * At 85, I would wish I did more ___* What advice would You at the end of 2023 give to You now?* Hey ___, stay the course, be kind to yourself, smell the roses, you’re doing great! * What would You now say to You this time last year? * We made it, what a year! Wishing you all a fantastic day, week, and rest of 2022.I truly hope it’s full of all the best life could ever offer. Your neighborhood lighthouse keeper,-EmeryThanks for reading Letters from Emery! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit lettersfromemery.substack.com

November 11th, 2022. I wandered into one of my favorite cigar lounges today—Cesar’s on 5th Street in Downtown San Diego.Walked in just after 5:30 with the sun setting behind me in the crisps of Autumn.Peeled open the smooth-swinging door to the humidor to try and find myself a fine Padron (which they normally never have).To my genuine surprise, they’d stocked just one, the ‘64 anniversary Maduro, and my fellow patrons had left 3 for me to comb over.I grab one up, the darkest and neatest of the three remaining, and order myself a cold tequila soda at the bar to wash it down.It’s been a long, successful week after all. The tender (Alexis I think) lights me up and I wander out to the patio with my loot, grab a corner seat with a table, and sink into it with a sigh. Eyes closed in perfect ecstasy I take a long, smooth pull of that flawless ’64 Padron, and follow it with a cool wash of tequila, soda, and ice. Good God, what a moment…Sun casting in for the night, thick Maduro smoke on the air, tequila slowly warming my belly, I look around at the jolly, Friday night bustle of 5th street.Fine-looking gentlemen, tall in their boots and hats, their ladies arm-in-arm, clicking along in their heels & skirts. Kiddos chasing each other with a laugh, on the hunt for nothing more than something sweet, or fun, or wondrous. The street band on the corner, jazzing for coin, or for not a damn thing at all, should they be so lucky. It’s all here, in the golden dims of 5th St. I take in another slow drag and cool sip, and after a few more scans over the nightlife, I notice this young fella standing feet-planted outside the fence of the lounge, eyes glued to the Celtics vs Knicks game on the TV inside. Clearly, a Celtics fan, cheering in a “sorry to bother you” kind-of silence.From outside the fence…All he had on him, this fella, was a grocery bag full of clothes (neatly folded I noticed), a blank, tattered hoodie, some ripped jeans (3 sizes too large), and some old Jordan Dunk sneakers (also nicely kept I noticed, his pride and joy no doubt). He was clearly homeless and younger than me, which really broke my heart. Me, sunk into a comfortable chair on the patio of this fine cigar lounge, chewing the most perfect Padron you never saw, smoke rolling off suede, fingers full of rings, belly full of ice cold tequila… Him, planted there outside the fence, cheering in a hushed kind-of silence with a choked-off smile—one I could tell was robbed of its joy too many times to let be. I let our moments be their own for a small while-about. I just sat there, non-obviously observing him from time to time. After a while of hearing him cheer under his breath from outside that forlorn fence, I got tired and sad of the whole thing and wandered back inside the den. “Alexis, do you have a moment?”“Sure hunny, what can I getcha?” (In her cool, sweet, bartender charm). “Listen, there’s this young fella planted outside the fence here on this side cheering for the Celtics game in here. I can tell he hasn’t seen a room in a while, he looks harmless… Would you mind if I invited him in to watch the game?” “I don’t see a problem with it, but he’ll have to buy something love.” “Sure, I’ll take care of that, let me go talk to him. Thank you.” I wander back out onto 5th street, hopeful in my boots, and stroll up to him (still in a trance over his game). “’Scuse me partner, but I noticed you watching the game from out here, why don’t you come inside and enjoy it properly?”“Oh, uh…” (Clearly nervous and unsure), “You must be the owner!” He says, in a warm, genuine kinda way. “Haha! Me?? No sir, just here for a smoke & a soda and noticed you out here. You want to come in for a drink or something? It’s on me.”“Oh, well… No, they won’t let me in there” (he scans his outfit and grocery bag), “and I don’t really smoke or drink…”  “Ah, no worries, come on in and let me get you a water then, you should enjoy the game.” “Well… alright man. Thank you.”So back in I go, with him behind me—shy and unsure about all this still. I get him a cold water from Alexis and hand it to him in the main room, “make yourself at home brother, looks like the game’s all yours.” And the look he gave me in return, I’ll just never forget…Eyes big as pool balls (but clearly trying not to be), hands both cradling his grocery bag and cold water (like it’s the only one he’s ever had), shoulders curved in so as not to take up too much space in this unfamiliar room… Grateful. Confounded. Uneasy, yet overjoyed. Pleasantly confused. Erupting in excitement, but not as to let anyone know…“Thank you.”It was truly the most perfect “Thank You” I’d ever heard. With a smile, I patted him on the arm, like guys do, and left him with, “enjoy the game, my friend.” And turned away.I tipped my cap to Alexis and walked back out to my seat on the patio…With a sigh of contentment, I sunk back into my chair with my cigar and took another look around 5th street.I poured back the rest of my tequila in a gentle rush of… satisfaction, I guess. And from the depths of what felt like nowhere and everywhere, I nearly burst into tears. From outside, I could see him through a small crack in the doorframe and the window—sitting at the edge of his seat, watching his game with eyes & a smile like he stood in front of Jesus himself. I must’ve looked insane, spying on him through the glass. I tried my best to keep it held together and be nothing but grateful and cheery. But one tear I just could not detain… rolling down in smoke over suede. One tear, for everyone unfamiliar with something so simple as a warm room and a chair. One tear, for a world growing, perhaps, too estranged from random human kindness. One tear, my profound thanks for being lucky enough to experience a moment like this. One tear, for all the miracles I’ve received that I know all too many may never see. One tear… that today, I got the chance to be one. “You deserve it”, I whispered with a whimper. And off into the night I wentNever to see that young fella again…The fella outside the fence. If there’s one wish I could have for you today, it’s to spend today (at least one day) not worried or waiting for a miracle to happen to you…But to at least try to go be one for somebody else. Lord knows there are plenty that could use one and, who knows… Maybe a hundred more will come back your way. With a warm & grateful heart, your neighborhood lighthouse keeper,-EmeryThanks for reading Letters from Emery. Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit lettersfromemery.substack.com

There’s perhaps nothing more heartbreaking (for me at least) to hear someone say“It’s too late for me.”Now of course that statement wears a million masks, so I’ll catalog a few for perspective:* “Ah, that ship sailed long ago”* “I’m too ___ (old, far gone, tied up with X)”* “I can’t afford the ___ (risk, time, energy, money)…Even the ever-soul-crushing “I wish I ___” all lay claim to the same underlying truth (or non-truth)…Whatever it is we would like to have, be, or do, is too far away (or too far gone) to actually attain or experience.My questions to anyone who might find themselves making such claims (no matter the mask) are…What do you mean by far? Do you mean difficult? Painful? Currently unrealistic? How far do you mean exactly? Far as in impossibly far? Far as in a little too far? (For it to be worth it, let’s say) Far in relation to what? Far in relation to what time/energy you currently have? Or just flat-out “too far” from where you currently are? Why it’s crucial for us to answer those questions is this:A belief itself cannot be changed (or even dealt with) until you can deconstruct what it was built upon. Let me put it this way…A belief is just a sparknote of a much deeper story we tell ourselves. And without unraveling the full story, you can never expect to unravel (let alone change) the belief.(Keep in mind, too, that our beliefs, the stories we tell ourselves, are the one and only thing that prevent us from pursuing what we deem meaningful. So it’s really our inner beliefs that need dealt with, more so at least than our external circumstances.) NOW…Can I blame anyone for having developed an inner story that makes them feel as though their ambitions are too far to attain? Most certainly not. Life is a rough business, there’s no doubt about it. And our minds were built, and have evolved over millions of years, to keep us safe from “rough business”. And if you ask me, you should be afraid of pursuing something meaningful. But you should be more afraid of hiding from it…Allow me to put this into context…* You should be afraid of (or at least daunted by) the pursuit of losing 30 pounds and getting into shape. But you should be more afraid of the long-term health risks that come with being overweight… You should be more afraid of not being able to enjoy simple activities 20-30 years down the line… You should be more afraid of being 20-30 years older and wishing you had just gone for it. * You should be afraid of starting a new business. But you should be more afraid of remaining miserable. You should be more afraid of resenting yourself (and perhaps others) for having never gone for it. You should be more afraid of missing out on what could be the adventure of your life. * You should be afraid of putting yourself out there to try and spark a new relationship. But you should be more afraid of being alone and feeling empty… More afraid of missing out on one of life’s greatest gifts: human connection. All this is to say: it’s not too late, there will never be a better time than now, and you should be far more afraid of having never gone for whatever sets your heart on fire than you should be of going for it. There’s time…More time than you could possibly need to get even one step closer to whatever you think is too far gone… You could lose 15 pounds in a few months.You could start your dream business, at least on the side, and at least have something to show for it in a few months. You could meet someone new, you could start that book, you could pick up that craft you’ve been curious about…There’s time. It’s not too late. But if you let that bullsh*t belief stand between you and whatever magic may lie behind the curtain of at least trying… All you’ll ever have is the haunting of what would’ve been. It’s not too f*cking late…Start today. Your neighborhood lighthouse keeper,-EmeryIt’s not the mystery behind the veil that will haunt us. What will haunt us most will be to have never pulled it back to find out. - EmeryThanks for reading Letters from Emery! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit lettersfromemery.substack.com

Goood morning and welcome to Letters from Emery! EXCITING NEW UPDATEI’m officially introducing: Emery Hour, a regular open forum and direct chat where we can all convene, connect, get to know each other, discuss letter topics (and the like), and generally speaking, get real and raw. Setup takes less than 1 minute and after you’re set up, you’ll be able to interact with, and participate in our community chat thread whenever you like! HOW-TO To participate in the chat, you will need to:* Download the Substack app HERE * Note: the app is available on iOS & Android, but the chat feature is only available on iOS (Android coming soon)* Be subscribed to Letters from Emery on the Substack app.Once I start a thread, you can participate by tapping on the Chat icon on the Substack app (bottom-middle). Substacks you subscribe to will appear showing the most recent threads.Tap on a thread to start interacting with the writer and other readers. You can reply to any thread with text and/or an image as well as react to other readers' replies.You can also tap on another reader's message to react or to leave a reply.How am I notified about Chat?You can select which Chat push notifications to receive. To turn off or turn on Chat notifications, follow these steps:1. On the Substack iOS app, tap the Profile icon and then the Settings icon in the top-right corner.2. Tap "Notifications" and on this screen, toggle on or off what push notifications you'd like to start or stop receiving.* New threads: When a writer you're subscribed to starts a new Chat thread.* Replies: When other readers leave a reply in a Chat thread.* Reactions: When readers emoji-react to your reply.Who can see my replies?Any subscriber of the publication will be able to see your reply in a Thread. If they react to your message, you'll see a notification in your Activity section (click on the bell in the top right corner of the app).Again, setup should only take 1-2 minutes to get setup and you can get started HERE. I’m so looking forward to connecting with you, the Emery Tribe, on a more direct, real, and raw basis. Thanks so much for taking the time, and I’ll see YOU in the chat. Sincerely,-EmeryThanks for reading Letters from Emery! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit lettersfromemery.substack.com