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Dear Reader,
Did you make any resolutions for 2022?
If yes, how’s it going?
If well, congratulations on picking something that was realistic!
If not well, congratulations on being human!
If not, congratulations on not falling under sociatal pressure to pick a date that is completely random for YOUR stage in life to make significant changes!
January 1st is as good (or bad) a date as any to look back and look ahead.
(And if you still want to look back and ahead you can download the UN-STRESS DECEMBER course right here).
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January 1st is as good a date as any to decide to invest time or energy or money in your Self. As long as you do make these investments with or without an arbitrary date and don’t get caught up in the cynicism around New Year’s resolutions.
And whether you believe in a special power of January 1st or not, here is an investment I want you to make in your Self right now. For 2022 and for all the years after:
Stop hurting your own feelings.
If you can stop hurting your own feelings, trust me, your 2022 will be a whole lot better.
From my resolute heart to yours,
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p.s. if you are ready to invest in your Self, I still have 1:1 coaching slots available. You can book your first free session here and then decide if it’s for you.
I am a recovering perfectionist, productivity chaser, and people pleaser, coaching women to disrupt old thought patterns, let go of behaviors that keep them stuck, and make their joy an everyday priority.
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