Yesterday, during therapy, I let it slip that I wrote a book. My therapist was like 👀👀👀. It was weird that I hadn't mentioned it to her. That in itself was very telling. I mean it's no secret right? I have a whole ass Substack, an actual identity as The Chironista, a url, and a passion for the topic. But not telling my therapist was a sure sign that I was avoiding the big task of promoting said book. I'm really avoiding disappointment; the low vibration of being a Reflector in Human Design. I knew that she would encourage me to ask for help outside of this orb here and that scares me more than y'all know. It's a form of vulnerability that cripples me...until today. So on this expansive Jupiter day, I'm sharing the preface with you before I send out a mass email tomorrow. I've been finding distractions for months but today I won't make any excuses. I'm not sharing with the goal of seeking praise. I'm doing this as an exercise in movement as someone who is only ONE DEGREE away from this placement. I have to walk the walk, as I talk the talk.
The Preface
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