Hello Dear One,
When I was young I hated Valentineās Day.
Every year I waited for something magical to happen; carried sadness in my heart when it didnāt.
Now I love love. I donāt 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 ā or part of it. Yet we hardly ever think this way: what would be the most loving choice vs the most productive/cost-effective/safeā¦
Last year on Valentineās Day I booked my first photo shoot; this year Iām coaching six gorgeous humans ā and getting coached myself.
Who knows where Iāll be in the next twelve months, but I want to be writing this letter.
Lately, Iāve been feeling something needs to change. Iāve writtenĀ 112 journaling sequencesĀ and I donāt give myself the credit. What Iāve put in here isĀ gold AND Iāve been putting myself under too much pressure to have something new to say. It isnāt loving ā or necessary.
Going forward the letter is going to be a looser. I might post a few questions, one or something Iām thinking about. And Iād love for this to be more of a community ā a conversation.
Thanks for being here and being you.
I REALLY MEAN IT.
All love,
Jo
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