You want to express yourself.
(As if you aren’t already, with every breath you take.)
You want to find your unique voice—
your opinion,
your stance on things that matter.
Because you need to stand out.
Because others say the same things you do.
Because there are people you hope will buy from you,
and they need a reason to choose you.
So you search for it.
Your voice.
Your essence.
Your you-ness.
You know it’s there.
(Or so you hope.)
And once you find it?
The work isn’t done.
Because now,
you need to polish it.
Make sure it reaches the right people.
Make sure they’ll get it.
Appreciate it.
Approve of it.
(Or else—what?
No clients?
No money?
No one listening?
No one seeing?)
It’s an endless game.
There’s something in you that wants to be expressed.
But only if it’s heard.
Only if it’s accepted.
Only if it fits inside the framework of what 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴.
I know these filters.
These fears.
These stories.
All too well.
My writing was always about letting out what lived inside me.
But once it was out, the shaping began:
Will people get it?
Will they feel something?
Am I clear enough?
Good enough?
𝘔𝘦 enough?
My writing was always me.
Always true to what wanted to be said.
But here and there,
I softened the edges.
Took out what felt too strange,
too strong,
too much.
Made sure my words reached and invited—
never repelled.
Made sure I wrote in ways that guided you,
inspired you,
Made sure I said things that maybe—one day—
made you want to buy from me.
Oh, it was subtle.
You probably never noticed.
But you—
You do this, too.
And that’s the thing.
There’s nothing wrong with it.
It’s just another way life expresses itself.
That’s why you can forget about finding your voice.
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 truth.
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 uniqueness.
Because it was never yours to begin with.
Expression is already happening.
In the way you breathe.
In the way your hands move.
In the way your silence fills a room
before a single word is spoken.
It’s not yours.
It never was.
There is no self to express—
No ‘you’ shaping it,
polishing it,
getting it right.
There is only life,
moving through.
Speaking itself into form.
Writing itself through your hands.
And when you stop searching for your voice—
when you stop trying to shape it into something that fits—
what’s left?
That unique voice you’ve been looking for.
Love,
P.S. If you’re done polishing yourself and want to find out what’s underneath, my private coaching might be for you.
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