Send us a text Dedicated to my Mama who is 101 in heaven today! Some weeks feel like a collision between concrete floors and raw truths. I share a demanding return to an Amazon warehouse—long shifts, heavy lifting, and a hip that won’t stay quiet—and how the pain cracked open something deeper: the old narratives about control, failure, and a father wound that still tugs at my choices. That discomfort became a compass, pointing me back to tools that used to steady me: Louise Hay’s mind-body li...
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Send us a text Dedicated to my Mama who is 101 in heaven today! Some weeks feel like a collision between concrete floors and raw truths. I share a demanding return to an Amazon warehouse—long shifts, heavy lifting, and a hip that won’t stay quiet—and how the pain cracked open something deeper: the old narratives about control, failure, and a father wound that still tugs at my choices. That discomfort became a compass, pointing me back to tools that used to steady me: Louise Hay’s mind-body li...
Send us a text What if the fastest path back to yourself is the one that feels scariest: telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth? We go there—into vulnerability you can feel in your body, into the valleys after the mountaintop highs, and into the quiet courage it takes to admit when old coping sneaks back in. This is a raw, practical tour of radical transparency as a daily practice, not a performance. We start with the somatic side of openness—how your chest, throat, an...
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Send us a text Dedicated to my Mama who is 101 in heaven today! Some weeks feel like a collision between concrete floors and raw truths. I share a demanding return to an Amazon warehouse—long shifts, heavy lifting, and a hip that won’t stay quiet—and how the pain cracked open something deeper: the old narratives about control, failure, and a father wound that still tugs at my choices. That discomfort became a compass, pointing me back to tools that used to steady me: Louise Hay’s mind-body li...
