Ovetta Sampson’s Post

Dear Reader, While this isn’t a missive from Lady Whistledown it’s written in her spirit because I feel like 2025 has been a season of gossipy goodness the kind rooted in secrecy and lies so juicy you’d scarcely believe them. From Epstein emails, to AI sunken cost fallacies, to oligarch government bromances what’s dark is coming to light and the groundlings are overly restless. We’ve hit a cross roads of sorts, a mass of chaotic confusion and devolution of technology, science and education and so many people are uncertain, unwilling and uninspired. I know it may seem all hope is lost. But hope can’t be lost just forgotten and as I sign off for 2025 I want to remind all of you to remember. Remember what it felt like to be 14, or 18, or 24 or whatever age you were when your opportunities felt vast and your abilities invincible. Remember when you felt, seen, heard, loved and cared for. Remember when for a good night’s sleep without worry and you woke up eager to take on the day. Remember when all you cared about was what you cared about and your effort, values and life were all aligned. You had a single lightening rod of purpose and mission and you were focus like a rocket ship destined for Mars. Remember that hope. And if you can’t remember begin to dream. I will not be taking calls, doing emails, or conducting any business until January 2026 because I’ll be too busy remembering. Hope is coming. Hope is here. Hope is you. Remember that. Signed Managment