Walking to my car, I check my phone. The day’s story is already up on Instagram. A highlight reel: sunrise coffee, strawberry selfies, dusty hiking boots, a burnt garlic pasta, and a sky full of stars.
This is the part of that will never be posted online. A Day With Alyssia Kent And Friends
Alyssia’s high? A DM from a fan who said one of her videos stopped them from quitting therapy. Her low? Deleting 400 negative comments in one sitting. Grateful? "This exact moment. No phones. Just dust and friends." Walking to my car, I check my phone
So go ahead. Text your friends. Plan the imperfect hike. Burn the garlic. This is the part of that will never be posted online
And for the first time in a long time, I believe the caption more than the picture. If you take one thing away from this deep dive, let it be this: You don’t need a million followers to build a movement. You need three people who will eat burnt pasta with you and stay past the golden hour.
"Why don't you hire more people?" I ask.