Sometimes I pretend that I have this parent who is still in my life, cheering me on and watching me grow into the woman I always wanted to be. This note to self is a letter to me from that symbolic parent who gives me the emotional support that I always craved growing up. After that, I’m sharing my upcoming workshops, winter sale, and recent Story Work interviews.

This month, along with releasing a new book, you turned 48 years old.

I am so proud of how you have learned to love who you are.

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