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Whew. What a weekend. It's Sunday. Time changed last night. I'm running on fumes and I have zero regrets. If you didn't get an email from me yesterday, that's why. Birthday weekend. My wife had the entire thing planned and we were basically gone from Friday until right now. Friday night we did a little staycation. Saturday... paintball (I am still feeling that today 😅), dinner, then games at a friend's house until way too late. This morning, pickleball with another couple. Tonight, a couple of friends surprised me with tickets to a paranormal circus thing that's in town. Full. Weekend. But in the middle of all of it, I said something to my wife that stopped me when I heard myself say it. I feel incredibly blessed. The life I have right now? I never thought I would have this. The friends who show up. Who put in effort. Who care the same way I care. Who plan weekends like this just because. For a long time I didn't think I deserved people like that. I didn't think I deserved a life like this. That's not humility. That was a belief. A deep one. Running quietly in the background for years, shaping what I allowed in, what I pushed away, what I thought was possible for me. That belief was a lie. And the work I've been doing helped me finally see it as one. Now I get to spend my life helping other people do the same thing. Helping people get out of the space I lived in for years. Survival mode. Depression. Anxiety. Feeling stuck inside your own head and not knowing why you can't just move. That work gives my life purpose in a way I never imagined possible. This mission is bigger than me. And weekends like this one remind me exactly why I keep doing the work on myself. Because the more I heal, the more life I get to experience. And the more I get to walk with others into theirs. So if you've been reading these emails and feeling something stir... "Something in my life needs to change."
"I know I'm meant for more than just surviving."
"I've been carrying this long enough."
That's not just a feeling. That's your next step knocking. I still have coaching spots open but not for long. People are already in conversations with me about them and once they are gone they are gone. If you want to talk about what this work could look like for you, reply " READY" to this email and let's chat. Just a real conversation about where you are and whether this is the right fit. Alright... I've got to go get ready for whatever a paranormal circus is. 🎪 PROUD OF YOU 💙 Walking with you, Leasha P.S. The life you want isn't on the other side of more time passing. It's on the other side of the work. Reply " READY" back. Let's talk. |
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