Hello Dear One,
When I was young I hated Valentineโs Day.
Every year I waited for something magical to happen; carried sadness in my heart when it didnโt.
Now I love love. I donโt just mean romantic love. I mean the love I get from my friends, family, clients and lovely dog. And the love I give to myself.
Love is always the answer โ or part of it. Yet we hardly ever think this way: what would be the most loving choice vs the most productive/cost-effective/safeโฆ
Last year on Valentineโs Day I booked my first photo shoot; this year Iโm coaching six gorgeous humans โ and getting coached myself.
Who knows where Iโll be in the next twelve months, but I want to be writing this letter.
Lately, Iโve been feeling something needs to change. Iโve writtenย 112 journaling sequencesย and I donโt give myself the credit. What Iโve put in here isย gold AND Iโve been putting myself under too much pressure to have something new to say. It isnโt loving โ or necessary.
Going forward the letter is going to be a looser. I might post a few questions, one or something Iโm thinking about. And Iโd love for this to be more of a community โ a conversation.
Thanks for being here and being you.
I REALLY MEAN IT.
All love,
Jo
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