dry petals: measuring life's transformations
through petals and progress
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A lot has shifted in my life, the last time I wrote to you was nearly a month ago. I was still in the big city, Manhattan NYC embodying all things bright, out of order and bad. I’ve been back home for quite some time, I returned home to start the beginning of something new. A new chapter of my book, a new season of my show, a new lease on life…
I started a new job, a remote job, doing work that I love and enjoy, feeling stimulated. I still take umbrage with capitalism daily but I am grateful for the opportunity to do work more aligned with pushing back at capitalism, homophobia, misogyny, anti-democracy, fascism and all the rest.
This new chapter features me exercising, being softer with myself, seeing the fruits of the emotional work I’m doing. I still sound like a broken record continuously exclaiming my incantations -
The remnants of some flowers I bought an ex-lover months ago remain on my dresser. I’ve used some of the dry petals in a coconut milk bath I gave myself one full moon. When these flowers were fresh, my life looked dramatically different. The lover remained, I did not exercise, I was still unhappily employed.
Before this moment, I did not appreciate dry petals as a unit of measurement, a tool by which I could trace the effluxion of time but here I am, counting.
What a delightful unit too.
What unconventional ways do you measure time or growth in your life? Share your thoughts with me, and let’s connect!
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Hmm...an unconventional unit of measurement I've been using for a few years has been my period. I suppress all my feelings so easily that I often don't know something is actually bothering me until that week of the month where my life feels like it's falling apart. So...I've used my period to measure my overall happiness and life satisfaction......these last few periods I've cried lots of happy tears and very few sad tears. To me that's amazing 💕
I was wondering where my Wednesday Word was, thanks for this gift. Hmm my unusual measurement might be my daily nap and whether or not I get it. They provide the opportunity for me to reset as I navigate this peaceful and pleasureable life of mine.