In three short months, we will be wrapping up the year. It’s not quite time to reflect on the highs and lows, but it is time to make sure that your holidays are filled with abundant snack options for all those parties you will be hosting, attending, or Irish goodbye-ing at.
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In the face of a few technology hurdles we managed to triumph and the new website is finally here!
Give it a 👀, enjoy some light reading, and a short video giving you more of a background of how Tiny Fish came to be.
In other news…
We have sold out of Black Cod and will not be bringing it back, BUT we are in the process of creating another sustainable fishy treat that may possibly be ready just in time to make the gift-giving season easier for all your fancy canned fish-loving friends & family.
Not only have I exited a very long 3-week wrestling match with insomnia as of last night, but I have also bid adieu to an equally lengthy and unrelenting existential dread loop. This is difficult to explain in words, but I'll give it a go... I've been having these moments of being half asleep and half awake when I come to the startling realization - quite literally I am jolted out of pseudo-slumber - that I am actually alive. This is not the beginning of a poetic description of living life without regrets or seizing the day. It's actually been a rather intense recognition that 'this moment' - whatever, that might mean - is only temporary. This odd perception of reality generally occurs on my couch between the hours of 4-6 p.m. - a detail that I know you couldn't *possibly* go on reading without. It's happened a few times in the past few weeks and I've never felt anything like it. It's not fear or anxiety, simply a very heightened sense of awareness and just being in that eternal 3-second span of time. The extent to which I was suffering a rather maniacal stretch of sleeplessness cannot be overstated it seems. As always thanks for reading my random thoughts. xx, Sara