Have you noticed how common it is these days to type out frustration online? To share the things that annoy us, disappoint us, or make us feel unseen, often without naming names, and definitely without inviting a response? Venting has its place. I’ve been thinking about the difference between broadcasting and connecting. Change doesn’t happen in the comments section of social media. The next time you’re tempted to post a cryptic message on social media, please stop and think. Change and connection happens across the table, or on a walk, or over a quiet coffee, where two people speak honestly even if it’s awkward. Hard conversations are, as the name implies, hard. They’re vulnerable. They ask us to slow down, to really listen, and to be willing to not have full control over how it turns out. But here’s what I believe:
One brave conversation can shift a relationship. It can give you peace. It can deepen your connection. It can release the energy you've been carrying around quietly for too long. And it’s not always about conflict. Sometimes the uncomfortable thing is saying “I miss you,” or “I’m proud of you,” or “I love you and I don’t say it enough.” So here’s my ask of you this week: Have the conversation you’ve been avoiding. I’m cheering you on! And if starting these kinds of conversations feels impossible right now, that’s okay. My self-guided 6-week course is here to help you build momentum and confidence in the areas of life where you feel most stuck. You can learn more about my services by visiting my website. |
I'm a Certified Life Coach and athlete, who loves to talk about personal development and work/life relationships. I help my clients embrace change with courage and determination. Subscribe to my newsletter to get helpful ways to improve mindset, and turn challenges into successes.
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