Sophie Johnson

3 weeks ago | goodenoughjob.substack.com | Sophie Johnson

Dear Friend,How did you get to school when you were a child? I mostly walked, but there was also the bus for all of middle school. And this was an important place. The social landscape of my middle school bus was singular: simultaneously lawless and political. I have diary entries where I wrote and drew diagrams of how I planned to sit (legs folded and up, body sideways, back to the window) while I rode the bus.

3 weeks ago | goodenoughjob.substack.com | Sophie Johnson

The view, as described, from writing this email. Dear Erins,I’m writing you today from a place that is VERY happy to me, which is my balcony. My cat Puppy is also here, and it’s cloudier than I’d like it to be, but it’s hot, and I’m wearing a TANK TOP and SHORTS. My current obsession is that I’m building a pond. The first purpose of the pond was to deter…

4 weeks ago | goodenoughjob.substack.com | Sophie Johnson

It’s late May; another year of my life has turned itself over, and that has come to mean it’s list-writing time. To celebrate my birthday, I’ve been writing numbered lists that match my age — which this year, somehow, is 39. [Here is 38.] [Here is 37.]Your subscription keeps me aging! In a GREAT way!The amount that I remember being 29 is spooky. Like, it just happened.

1 month ago | medium.com | Sophie Johnson

5/22/25Again strikes that unexplainable feeling: melancholy, longing, passion, freedom. A love deeper than any human language can attempt to express. A loss of my soul for the coming months. Perhaps an excitement to see what shall fill my void, and what pieces of others I will begin to hold dear. For now, we gaze up at the same stars. Separated by miles, time zones, duties, and cell reception. Perhaps you will look at the stars one night, and I will look at the sun. But is the sun not also a star?

1 month ago | goodenoughjob.substack.com | Sophie Johnson

Hello Hello!As the season changes, I mostly want to (surprise, surprise) recommend birdsong and constantly evolving plants. (My therapist: “Flowers are only in bloom for the tiniest portion of their lives. Don’t stop enjoying them. They don’t stop enjoying themselves.” And this was about our lives, you know. Blooming is only one small way to be.)But I have other things for you, too.