Your Inner Beacon

For years you've been doing the work.
Therapy. Books. Coaching. Understanding.
And you still wake up the same way.
That gap between knowing and actually being different isn't a willpower problem. It's not a discipline problem.
It's an identity problem.
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She did the hard thing and left.

And now she is standing in her new life wondering why it still feels so heavy.

Leaving was not the finish line. It was the beginning of a different kind of work.

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I figured out why sales calls terrify me.

Not the objections. Not the price.

The asking itself.

When I was little, needing something made me a problem.

If I was hungry, I became one more thing to deal with.

So I learned early , don't need things. Don't ask. Don't be a burden.

I carried that into every room I've ever walked into.
Including my own business.

But lately I've been sitting with that little girl.

The one who was so afraid to ask for breakfast.

And I've been telling her , we're all grown up now. We can take care of ourselves.

And sometimes it's okay to ask for help.

Here's what shifted it for me:

When someone helps me it feels good for them too.

So when I refuse to ask, I'm not being noble.

I'm actually taking something away from someone who wanted to give it.

And when I make that sales call?

I'm not bothering anyone.

I'm offering a gift to a woman who's been carrying this same story.

Maybe since she was a little girl too.

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It's not a burden. I promise.

Frank carried my board to the water. I came in on crutches.

Memorial Day. 7 weeks now with two fractures in my leg.

No driving. A wheelchair I'm tired of. A list of things I can't do yet that I read most mornings.

I had my physical therapy to get through. The leg raises. The same ones I do indoors, counting, watching the clock.

So I brought them to the lake instead.

Frank set the board on the water. I got myself on. Paddled out a bit and lay back.

Then I put my leg up. Foot pointed at the treeline. Same exercise. Same leg I've been resenting since February.

It didn't feel like rehab out there.

We had lunch on the water. Frank stretched out next to me, me propped up on one elbow, both of us not doing anything in particular.

My feet hung off the side, in the water. The mountains sat where they always sit.

At some point I noticed I hadn't thought about the business all afternoon. The funnel I'm building. The posts I owe. The list.

It was just sitting at home where I left it.

I didn't go to the water to escape the work. I did the work. The leg raises happened.

I just did them somewhere that didn't ask me to be fine about any of it.

Feet in the water. Leg in the air. Nothing produced.

And for one afternoon, I didn't reach for the list once.

She doesn't say what she wants.

She says fine.

And then waits.

For someone to notice.

To read between the lines.

To just know.

And when nobody does?

The resentment builds.

Quietly. Slowly.

Until it doesn't.

Here's the hard truth:

Nobody can read your mind.

And expecting them to isn't connection.

It's a test they don't know they're taking.

Fine isn't protecting you.

It's isolating you.

The women I work with didn't learn to ask for what they needed.

Somewhere along the way wanting things became dangerous.

So they got very good at hinting.

And very good at being disappointed.

You deserve to be known.

Not decoded.

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Let's find out what you've actually been trying to say.