I need a DO-OVER
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Apparently my generation was the last to grow up offline and the first to grow up online. Of course, I read that on the internet … no irony there! 😂 But dang, Reader, I relate to that. I remember dial tones and busy signals. AOL Online. (“You’ve got mail!”) Yahoo before this new search engine called “Google.” What’s better, I also remember the lost art of playing outside. 🏃 Riding my bike to my friend’s house. Kickball in the street. That satisfying *thwack* of a Keds shoe hitting a rubber ball from the Kash-N-Karry. But every so often, mid-play, a car would turn down the street and we'd scatter like palmetto bugs. And then someone would yell: “DO-OVER!” Back to our bases we’d go to try again. It was a built-in agreement that if it didn’t work, we just restarted. Somewhere along the way, adults have forgotten the art of the do-over. We take things so seriously. And sure, some things matter — but most of the pressure we put on ourselves to do it perfectly is totally unnecessary. In fact, it often keeps us from starting at all. What if you could give yourself a clean slate and permission to try again? That’s one of the biggest lessons I’ve learned from working with the Moon. The New Moon (which is today) is the perfect time to reset and start fresh. If you’ve been circling the same project for weeks (or months)… If you’ve started, stopped, and started again so many times you barely believe yourself anymore— Just say this: DO-OVER! Take today and consider:
You don’t have to know all the details, you just need to pick a place to get started … perhaps again. Write me back and share what this inspires you to start – or restart – I’d love to know! In Joy, P.S. If you also struggle with bringing your ideas to the finish line, you’ll want to check out my new workshop. It’s specifically designed to help you get from “How do I begin?” to “OMG, it’s DONE!”. Click here to check it out.
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Nyssa Hanger
Life and Biz Coach. Massage Therapist. Aromatherapist. Teacher. Writer.
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