Happening soon!! Link is in calendar!!let’s ride some waves!!

I’ll also be creating a Marco Polo group for everyone in the first wave. It’s free to download, easy to use, and honestly, it feels like a fun way for us to stay connected as you move through the modules in your own time. This will give you a place to ask questions, share aha moments, drop the “wait… what?” moments, or even the “what the fuck was that?” moments. Because emotional work can bring up all of it. I’m hoping to have 10 members in this first wave before I close it, and we’re only 2 away. This first group is staying small on purpose so I can listen closely, gather real feedback, and make adjustments before the next round opens. So if you’ve been thinking about joining, this is a good time. It’s free for the first wave, self-paced, and you’ll have access to the Marco Polo group so we can stay connected as you move through the modules. Two spots left.

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Last time we touched on the difference between feeding an emotion and feeling an emotion. This month we’re going deeper. We’re going to look at how feeding shows up in real time. The rehearsing. The explaining. The gathering of evidence. The tightening that keeps the wave building. If its your first call with me it is fine! This is a series but each module is also strong on its own. check the calendar

I’ve been noticing how fast it happens. The shift. One second it’s a tight chest, a drop in the stomach, heat rising up my neck. Then almost immediately, it turns into a whole story. What they meant. What this says about me. Where this is going. It feels so true in the moment, like I’m reading reality clearly, but when I slow it down, I can see the gap. There’s a moment where it’s only sensation. No meaning yet. No conclusion. And then my mind steps in and starts building. Not because it’s wrong or broken, more because it’s trying to make sense of something it doesn’t like not understanding. I’ve spent years living in the story, reacting to it, defending it, proving it. These days I’m more interested in that small, almost invisible space right before the story takes over. When I catch it there, even briefly, something shifts. The intensity doesn’t disappear, but it softens. There’s a little more room to see what’s actually here instead of what I’ve decided it means. And sometimes what’s here is a lot simpler than the story I was about to run with.