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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 way to being okay, you’re okay too. You want to grow, to rest (even if you’re not sure how), and to know you’re not alone. The truth is, the name of this newsletter matters less than the fact that we’re here together. But I took your feedback, mixed it with what feels right to me right now, and landed on: 🌿 Going Upward: Where clarity and action meet what matters most. This phrase captures what I help you do:
When you have all three, you create an upward spiral in your life. Miss one, and it’s easy to feel stuck, scattered, or out of sync with yourself. They're also part of cycle that helps to explore and refine your quest to create a life you love. ⬇️ You have dreams and goals that would make life better for you—and ripple out to make the world better too. I want this space to help you keep moving toward them. I’d love to know: What else would you like to see here—free downloads, tutorials, answers to your questions? Feel free to email me any specific questions you'd like to see me cover. I’ve got plenty of ideas, but I want to get clear on what you most want before I take action. In Joy, Nyssa P.S. Fall is bringing in some changes to my massage practice. See all the news here -- including new packages! 🎉 Upcoming Availability:Wednesday, August 13th 1:30pm - 4pm Monday, August 18th 5:30pm Wednesday, August 20th 11:30am
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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...
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...