Week 8 • September 4, 2026
Dear friends,
This week, I’m writing to you from Dubai. My husband and I are here to attend a conference.
This is my first time experiencing Dubai in the summer.
Wow.
The heat here is huge—like I’m carrying the whole atmosphere on my shoulders.
But surprisingly, I don’t mind being here at all.
We’re staying in a nice hotel, and everything is much better value in the summer. Honestly, it’s a really good place to be if you want some space, settle down, and focus on getting things done.
This city is fascinating. Not gonna lie.
I’ve been wondering whether I could live here, and whether I would actually like it.
The answer is still unknown.
But I’m enjoying being here.
Now, let’s come back to Good Girls Cry, Bad Girls Mourn.
I still had a few ads I wanted to test—the format I was curious to see whether it would work.
But I hadn’t felt enthusiastic about posting them or running them.
Deep down, I knew why.
I already wanted to upgrade all the visuals.
The only thing holding me back was that I couldn’t quite let go of what I had already created.
Speaking of letting go, arriving in Dubai reminded me of myself a year ago.
My husband and I stopped here for a month before heading to Cyprus.
Back then, I was hoping and longing for Cyprus to bring back the feeling I used to have in Koh Phangan.
I wanted to be embraced by that same feeling of womanhood and belonging I had experienced there.
But it didn’t happen.
And because it didn’t happen, I learned something I couldn’t have learned any other way.
I learned to become a home for myself.
So coming back to Dubai now, with a completely different feeling inside me, gave me a strange appreciation for the journey I’ve been through—and for the person I have become.
The huge grief of that old longing came through me one final time.
And then came the realization:
There is no going back.
I don’t need to keep lingering there, searching for the same feeling in a different place.
The road ahead is about creating a new one.
A new way.
A new path.
A new feeling.
I can create where I’m going next.
And somehow, that realization gave me the courage to let go of the old version of Good Girls Cry, Bad Girls Mourn too.
A new script.
New music.
New visuals.
And, God…
It looks so good.
I’m so pleased with it that this huge rush of excitement and possibility came over me again.
I actually had to stop and breathe.
Something in me opened up.
I think I’ve crossed a line.
I’m no longer trying to produce videos quickly and in quantity.
I want to create better quality work.
And I know something now.
Once I know I can make something work, the hours it takes to produce something good—or even the cost—doesn’t matter as much anymore.
Because now I can see the possibility.
The possibility that I can keep creating something better.
The possibility that I can make beautiful things.
The possibility that I can have anything in the world.
And that feeling is enormous.
So enormous that I had to sit still and breathe for a moment, just to let my body catch up with it.
Here are some snapshots for you guys.
And hold on…
The best is yet to come.
Love,
Lalita Janette