just don’t force it (you'll be AMAZED)
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They say good things come to those who wait. We didn’t even wait a month after losing our sweet pup, Bodhi, before the universe brought us Papi Chulo a.k.a. Boomer. Meet the new love of my life. We weren’t actively looking for a dog, but we weren’t not looking either. We just said we’d see what appeared. Then a family in the neighborhood needed to rehome their 8-month-old French Bulldog. Never in my life did I think I’d adopt a dog like this. I always pictured another Chihuahua, or maybe a Cockapoo like my first pup. But this guy was already potty trained, crate trained, loving, playful, and so stinking cute. Plus, they weren’t asking for money — just a good home. They’d gotten him from a breeder earlier this year, but some unexpected health issues came up and they couldn’t care for him the way they wanted to. They were heartbroken, and praying the right person would appear. And there we were. We met him. We loved him. And since I was about to be home all week recovering from a minor surgery, it felt like the right moment to let him settle in. … and believe me, Reader, I did NOT see this coming. I didn’t plan to adopt a dog this month. But I also didn’t try to force the timing, the breed, or the how. We just stayed open. And he found us. The best things in life often come when we stop hustling, forcing, and pushing so hard… and instead create space for what we truly want to show up. I’d love to know: What’s something in your life that surprised you by showing up at just the right time? Hit reply and light up my inbox! It’s amazing how often the things we’re longing for arrive once we stop pushing so hard and create space for them. That’s the kind of magic I want for you, too. In Joy, P.S. Imagine if the things you’ve been longing for showed up like Boomer did — joyful, aligned, and right on time. That’s the magic we’ll create together in The Focus Spell. Learn more here.✨ Doors open Thursday. P.P.S. I'll be emailing more about The Focus Spell over the next week or so. If you don't want to hear about it anymore, click here. No hard feelings. Upcoming Availability:Tuesday, October 7th 3:30pm - 5pm 10am 2pm-3:30pm Thursday, October 9th 10am-12pm
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Nyssa Hanger
Life and Biz Coach. Massage Therapist. Aromatherapist. Teacher. Writer.
It usually starts with a tiny little bottle. My mom’s story did. She was traveling to California in a VW van in the ’70s when they stopped at a flea market in Texas (of all places). That’s where she found her first “tiny little bottles.” They were labeled essential oils—or at least the closest thing to real essential oils you could find back then. She started putting them in her massage oils, and that was it. She read everything she could get her hands on, started a school and wrote books....
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...
One night a few weeks ago, Kelly asked the question no one wants to hear in a Florida summer: “Is it hot in here?” 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...