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Nyssa Hanger

Life and Biz Coach. Massage Therapist. Aromatherapist. Teacher. Writer.

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the week everything broke down

One night a few weeks ago, Kelly asked the question no one wants to hear in a Florida summer: ā€œIs it hot in here?ā€ Sure enough, the AC wasn’t cooling past 75. It wasn’t an easy fix with freon, we needed a whole new condenser. Thankfully, our handyman saved us with two window units to get through the week. And then, two days later, our old pup Bodhi declined. We knew his time had come. What timing. So we sat with him—listening to the constant white noise of the window unit—as we said our last...

Earlier this month, I got to spend time at one of my favorite places, Cocoa Beach. I love starting the day watching the sunrise from the porch. One year, I kept seeing this woman down at the beach. But she wasn't walking. She was ecstatically dancing down the beach. Headphones on. Arms moving, hips swaying. I immediately wanted to meet her, befriend her, and also be her. On my last morning, I finally said something:ā€œI’ve seen you dancing all week. Thank you, it’s made my day.ā€ She smiled and...

Last Spring, I got my oil changed and they told me my battery was failing. Trying to save money, I picked one up at the auto parts store instead of the dealership. Then at my recent oil change? ā€œYour battery’s failing again.ā€ šŸ¤¦ā™€ļø Impossible, I thought. It’s brand new. So I went back to the store and asked the guy to test it. He looked annoyed to leave the air conditioning and check a battery in the Florida heat. But as we stepped outside, his phone rang. It was Black Sabbath’s War Pigs....

When you work for yourself, Reader, especially when much of that work is behind a screen, it’s easy to feel alone. But after reading your responses last week, I know that’s far from true. I’ve been sending emails since 2011. 😱 And yet, so much of this creative work feels like tossing ideas into the void. Your replies remind me there’s a whole world of you out there. Here’s what I know about you: You want connection. You want reminders that it’s all going to be okay—and that while it’s on its...

I checked in with one of my coaching clients and asked, ā€œSo, how’s the project going?ā€ Them: ā€œIt’s goingā€¦ā€ [trailing off as to guard against uncertainty] This is a common conversation I have with clients. We’re usually working on something big—personally or professionally—and it’s so easy to focus on what’s not working. So I always encourage the opposite: celebrate the small wins. They add up. šŸŽ‰ This client was overwhelmed. They came into the session thinking they’d have to delay everything...

The way I’ve been dealing with the state of the world lately? Gardening like never before. While spending more time in my yard, I noticed a bunch of forgotten cinderblocks—tucked under bushes, in overgrown beds, collecting leaves in the far corner. One Saturday last Spring, I decided to gather them and build a small garden bed for my new herbs (some from a shopping therapy trip, some I’d nurtured from cuttings). I weeded, leveled the ground, laid cardboard, hauled the blocks, added soil, and...

This past week I’ve been home recovering from surgery to remove a fibroid. Even though I was technically cleared to return to work pretty quickly, I had a feeling I would need more time. So, I canceled a week of clients. (scary!) Old me would have resisted and pushed through, probably to my detriment. Instead, I gave myself some grace to get over general anesthesia and calm down my cramping abdomen. And yet, the guilt demons still showed up. At least I can fight them lying down. There’s still...

They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over expecting different results. But growth can look very similar. Stay with me. In Hidden Potential, Adam Grant writes that people who go far usually aren’t the most ā€œtalented.ā€ They’re the ones who keep showing up even when they’re not good at it yet. He tells the story of a man learning Spanish who didn’t wait to feel confident. Instead, he fumbled his way through conversations with native speakers, making a ton of mistakes. That’s what...

Every summer, one of my relatives inevitably says: ā€œHappy Chindependence Day.ā€ It goes back to 2008. The early days of YouTube, when my roommate and I discovered chin face—that absurd thing where you draw a face on your chin, cover your eyes with a towel, and record it upside-down. Most of my dad’s siblings were visiting for the fourth of July. Twenty-four-year-old me thought it would be hilarious to do a full improv monologue from the perspective of a chin who had declared independence from...

They say a lotus grows from mud. I’ve seen vines grow from concrete. Yesterday, I spotted one pushing up through the crack between my house and our not-even-two-year-old porch slab. Nature is amazing. So are you, Reader. Some of the biggest lessons come from what feels dry, brittle, and stuck—yet somehow, new life breaks through. This time of year, I like to reflect on the past six months and dig up the gems hiding in the rough. Here’s what I’ve learned: I need routine—but one that breathes....