๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐๐งโ๐ญ ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ฏ๐
I want to share something tender, raw, and real thatโs unfolding in me right now.
Iโve built a space where almost 1600 people are showing up to learn and grow with me each day. Itโs powerful. Itโs beautiful. Itโs alive.
And stillโฆ
Every week my moderator collects the most heartfelt testimonialsโdeep gratitude, life shifts, emotional breakthroughsโand every weekโฆ I avoid reading them.
Not because I donโt care.
But because ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐๐ก.
Yesterday, I finally read two.
Just two.
And I cried.
I cried because my body is still learning that I donโt need to overgive to be valuable.
That my presenceโmy voice, my essenceโis enough.
That being ๐ ๐๐๐ this clearly isnโt a threat. Itโs a gift.
And that I donโt have to earn love or impact by burning myself out.
Iโm sharing this because maybe some part of you knows this edge too.
The part of you that deflects praise.
That hides your impact behind humility.
That keeps giving so you never have to feel the ๐ฃ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ฆ of being fully received.
So this is me, practicing a new truth:
๐ผ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐คโ๐๐ก ๐ผโ๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐โ ๐๐๐.
๐ผ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก.
๐ผ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐ก ๐๐๏ผ
One breath at a time.
One truth at a time.
One testimonial at a time.
If youโve ever struggled to let yourself be seen, I see you.
And Iโll go first.



