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Taylor Swift vs. Gerald (Gerald almost won)
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I want to share something small but important that happened today. It’s Taylor Swift’s birthday, and my wife and one of our friends are huge fans. So today we went to a Taylor-themed bingo event. Nothing big. Nothing dramatic. Just a couple of hours doing something they love. But here’s the part that matters: A year ago, I wouldn’t have gone. Not because I didn’t want to or care. But because the voice in my head… the one I call Gerald… would’ve been loud as hell. And to be clear… that voice isn’t gone. Gerald still shows up. He still gets loud. He still tries to convince me to stay small. The difference now? He doesn’t get to run the show anymore. A year ago, Gerald decided for me. “You don’t belong there.” “Everyone will notice you.” “Just stay home.” “It’s safer that way.” And most of the time, I listened. Today, Gerald still had opinions. But today, I went anyway. And I’m really glad I did. Because in the very last round… blackout bingo… I won. The prize was a brand-new Taylor Swift vinyl. I got to hand it to my wife and watch her light up. I got to see her and our friends laughing, excited, fully in the moment. And standing there, watching that joy, I had this quiet thought: This is what I used to miss. Not because life was bad. But because fear was driving. And while this might sound like a tiny moment, it’s actually the kind of moment that tells you your identity is shifting… in real life. Because here’s what I’ve learned: Identity work doesn’t silence the voice. It changes who’s in charge. The version of me from a year ago believed:
That version of me wasn’t weak. She was surviving. But she isn’t the one making decisions anymore And that’s what real change looks like. Not fear disappearing. Not confidence all the time. But fear no longer being the driver. So I want to ask you something… not as a coach, just as a human: If the voice in your head softened its grip… even a little… what’s one small thing you’d finally allow yourself to do? Nothing impressive. Nothing dramatic. Just one quiet thing you’ve wanted but haven’t let yourself have yet. If you want, reply and finish this sentence: “I think I’d finally let myself ______.” That’s it. No fixing. No pressure. No commitment. I read every reply myself. And sometimes, choosing to go anyway is the first real shift. PROUD OF YOU 💙 Walking with you, Leasha P.S. The goal isn’t to get rid of the voice. It’s to stop letting it run your life. If you want to share what yours sounds like, my inbox is open. |
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