I think you deserve flowers.

And chocolates

and spa days, if you swing that way.

I think you deserve unexpected surprises

and little gifts

and notes that make you snort water out your nose.

And when you’re doing something big

(or huge

or vast

or bigger than that)

you deserve them even more.

even more.

Even though you’re going to tell me

that you are too busy to stop and smell the roses

and too frazzled to remember

to schedule spa time (until

it’s too late)

and besides,

it seems a little much

at your stage in life

to think that anyone will remember

to send you flowers

when you Do That Big Thing,

because really, no one knows except you

how big the Thing really was.

 

But I’m your coach.

And I know.

I’m with you when you sob in frustration

and when you finish your first half marathon,

and when you launch your big adventure,

and when you write the second chapter

of your second book,

which everyone is taking for granted

because you already wrote the first one,

right?

 

I’m the one who hears

how you feel stupid for feeling annoyed

that you got a job

when you were almost ready to fly solo,

and how blissfully happy you are that you stopped

doing that one stupid thing

that was keeping your YES

at arm’s length.

 

I know.  Because we talk.

Every week, sometimes twice.

Because you send me email

so that someone knows if you’re doing what you said you would do.

Because you take pictures

of the wild scrawlings of your

brainstorm tornadoes

and send them along with

notes you made afterwards

about the epiphany you had about why you need to

go with pink instead of yellow

in your next umbrella.

 

And I get it.

I get the pictures.

I get why the umbrella is important.

 

I also get the fun stuff,

the funky stuff,

the subtle undertow that becomes a riptide

you cannot resist

stuff.

 

And I love it.

And I love you for it.

 

I mean it.

I fucking LOVE my clients.

 

And so in this year

I will even show up.

Once.

For a couple of days.

On your doorstep

or on the doorstep of your choosing

for a full-on

dive-in

holy-shit

drown in the epiphanies

and then discover you can breathe underwater

visit.

In person.

With tea.

And the aforementioned

chocolate.

 

Because I love you.

And I want to see you burst forth

in the way that time lapse photography

brings crocuses

out of the snow.

 

Crocus minded?

Hell, yes.

I am.

We are.

There are things that need saying

and I will say them.

There are bubbles that need bursting

and I will burst them

but only so the technicolor can shine through.

There are things that need knowing

and you will know them.

You are ready.

And your heart is true.

 

This is intimacy

This is attention

This is focus

This is power

This is fun

and this is ease.

 

This is the year

when you get to know

that someone is paying attention.

This is the year

when you get to know

that someone is on your side,

in your court,

in your corner.

 

This is the year

that you practice asking for what you want

and I practice giving it to you

in unexpected ways

so you can practice receiving the bounty

and abundance

and gifts of the universe

with grace and gratitude and joy;

this is the year

that you can stop feeling suspicious

that you can stop wondering

if every gift comes with strings.

No strings.

That’s not how it works.

I poke.

I prod.

I laugh.  We laugh.

You recognize what you are

astonished to discover is true.

You move faster

than you thought possible–

as fast as you want–

and you come to trust your own power

and your own gut

and your own pleasures

as true and real and wise.

 

This is the year

that I’ve got your back.

 

The year starts now

or at Beltane.

begin at the beginning.

find your beginning.

There are only five of you.

 

And by Mayday next,

(or in your own year and a day)

you will be the force that changes seasons,

incarnate.

 

You will be diving forward

with confidence

and abandon

ready.

ready.

ready.

For everything.

 

This

is the place

where it all

turns

around.

You know you’re ready.

It’s going to be big.

It’s going to change your world.

You don’t even know how yet.

But you don’t need to know.

You also don’t need to do it alone.

 

It’s your pivot year.

Dance with me.

 

so where are you now? tears rising and you’re not sure why? goosebumps? Chills? Hot flashes?  If this is right, you know.

and you know you know.

Ready to know for sure that you know? click here to schedule a yes-I’m-sure-that-I’m-sure conversation.  We’ll talk details.  You’ll get your answers.  And if you’re ready, you’ll get enrolled.

This year, your Pivot Year: $14,412.  flowers. chocolate. laughter. ease. yes …and that kick in the ass.  yeah.

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