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 News that your grandson eloped. A late-night recording after a long day. Walking back into a warehouse job and finding unexpected grace between the conveyor belts. This conversation is about the kind of awakening that happens while life keeps moving—and how choosing not to react can quietly change everything. We unpack a season of rapid shifts: leaving DoorDash mid-shift because the inner yes turned to a clear no, trusting that needs will still be met, and embracing a new role...
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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...
