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Something hit me while I was out doing deliveries today. Just random thoughts while driving. But they stopped me. I started thinking about the life I have now. And the truth is, I never thought I would have this. The friends I have now? I never dreamed people like this existed for someone like me. People who show up, who support me and who care without keeping score. It makes me emotional thinking about it. Because for decades, I was the other girl. Overextending. People pleasing. Always the good friend. Always saying yes. Always trying to prove I mattered... trying to earn validation that I was important to someone. And most of the time? I never got it back. But something changed on this journey. As I started healing. As I started doing the deeper work. I lost a lot of people. But I gained the right ones. And my wife... I never dreamed I would have a relationship like this. I truly believed I didn't deserve it. But she showed up for me in ways I couldn't even show up for myself yet. She loved me before I knew what real love was supposed to feel like. She showed me. And then the thought hit me that stopped everything. If I hadn't made it through 2020… I would have missed all of this. The friendships. The love. The laughter. The simple moments that make life feel like it's actually worth living. All of it. Gone. I sat with that for a minute. My life still isn't perfect. I still struggle with things. But the difference now? I know the struggles are temporary. Because when you change the story running your life, your entire world starts to shift. Your relationships change, your confidence changes and your decisions change. Your life changes. Not all at once. But it changes. That's the work I do with my coaching clients. Getting people out of survival mode. Uncovering the story that has a grip on them. Changing the language and beliefs that have been keeping them stuck... sometimes for decades. Right now, I have 3 private coaching spots open. So if you've been reading these emails and feeling something stir... "I want a life like that." Not perfect. Just free. Reply to this email with the word READY. I'll send you the details personally. Because the life waiting on the other side of this work is bigger than what you can see from where you're standing right now. I know. Because I couldn't see it either. PROUD OF YOU 💙 Walking with you, Leasha P.S. I almost didn't make it to the life I have now. I'm glad I did. If you're still here reading this, so did you. Don't waste it. Reply READY. |
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