Before I trusted my voice, I ignored my body. My body would tighten before the conversation even started.My shoulders would rise.My stomach would sink.My breathing would change. And I would …
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There was a version of me who believed that if I delivered my truth gently enough, it would be received gently in return. She thought if she lowered her voice, …
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We’ve organized our Identity, used our truth for Advocacy, and practiced the discipline of the Wait. Now, we open the final folder: Legacy. When I sit at my desk and …
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