12 Aug 2024 4 min read

Not my best work.

And Im ok with that.

I’ve been in a writing slump this summer. Blame it on the heat, the adorable but persistent snackheads I live with, or the fact that just when you think the world cannot possibly get much noisier, it outdoes itself. I’m particularly skilled at cutting things out of my life that aren’t 100% necessary and don’t spark joy but writing falls into that murky love/hate category you just can’t shake. It’s such a challenge to me and very humbling but when you push send and your sentences sound 60% coherent, you feel like you can do anything (except for write again for weeks, obvs.) So forward on I march.

There is a high probability you are reading this in your email inbox and aren’t aware this newsletter is hosted on a larger pseudo-social platform called Substack. Substack, unfortunately, isn’t immune to the keyboard calamities of modern day where people throw others under the bus for the benefits of solidifying themselves as an “authentic, raw voice amongst link peddling peasants” and getting an algorithm boost to boot. A writer was lamenting on the lack of “good” writing on the platform and rise of mediocre authors dishing out list style articles and round ups. But me, as a happy to be mid range writer than no writer at all, was inspired. I forgot how much I LOVE a round up. Life right now is chaotic and I am the queen of trying to overcomplicate a post, so a little list sounds like the perfect remedy to forcing a well thought out letter with a sunburned brain.

Here are things I would like to write more in depth about but outlines is the best I got at this moment:

I am a closet certified hypnotherapist. I took a 6 month course last year and absolutely fell in love with the process. I resisted my intuitive pull to learn the art of hypnotherapy because it felt too fringe for me and I didn’t have a clear “use” for it. But my lovely wise husband reminded me that despite the world we live in telling us otherwise, I didn’t actually have to tell anyone. Empowered with this novel, wild thought I could enroll simply to grow my own skills and explore a new field, I dove in fully. I still miss my weekly sessions where you get instantly paired with a stranger in any part of the world and practice your newly learned skills. It was like cold plunge meets woo woo. You have to silence your own thoughts and tap into what your partner needs to hear as you dip into their subconcious. I’m not trying to brag here,(who am I kidding I absolutely am) but my people always cried after. It fits my skill sets so perfectly. It’s a high that feels similar to my client one on one sessions, which is one of my most favorite drugs of choice. While I still don’t know where it fits in my journey, it feels oh so good to just keep practicing and growing my skills until the path becomes clear.
Speaking of clients, deep in my spiral of “I lost all of my skill sets and ambition on vacation” I caught up on Courtney Johnson’s patreon and to my surprise and delight she was talking about my advice to stop labeling herself a solo-prenuer. She was raving about how much her life has changed since hiring and it made me SO DAMN HAPPY. If I were on a desert island and could only bring one of my many soapboxes, 1. I’d be sad and 2. it would be the “let’s get excited to be good leaders and stop glorifying doing it all yourself” one. I am currently working with a team member of Courtney’s on setting up instagram chat automations while Court is on a yacht somewhere in Europe. If that doesn’t make my case, I don’t know what will.
This newsletter and whole series by . As a mother of a child with magical hugs, it hit especially deep. God bless the huggers.
Another piece I read on repeat and you should too (and then send me your favorite parts!! this one below was mine.)
Circling back to 1. Can we collectively agree that ideas don’t have expiration dates? Thanks to my line of work I get to be the receiver of many peoples very, excited, passionate ideas but on the flip side, I get the sheepish shameful confessions when those ideas weren’t actualized (yet.) Those ideas didn’t go anywhere and I am not sure where that false belief system stemmed from. So if you had a brilliant idea and were so sure you were going to put it out in the world and that hasn’t happened yet, let’s take a moment of gratitude for the energy you created that is out there waiting for the perfect time to reemerge. I have a syncing feeling you’ll be happy it incubated longer. I know I always do.