I practice what I long to preach.
Okay yes, I may preach it (sorry Emma!) yet I’m still practicing, every single day.
As the world wobbles and dazzles: flashing new trends, exciting pivots, sad distractions I’ve been doing something small and steady: writing a little bit every damn day.
It’s not glamorous.
It doesn’t get me likes or applause in the moment.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, those tiny, daily steps have become a body of work. Steady, quiet consistency: as I tell others to do, I do myself.
And today (literally this morning) I looked up and realized: it’s time to pause.
I’m in that pause now. Taking it in. Honoring what’s been built in the quiet consistency before I move forward and share.
Here’s a first listen to something I’ve been working on.
A short audio glimpse: one small snippet of the story I’ve been shaping behind the scenes.
You’re so full of surprises. And at the same time, someone to count on.