"Resistance gets its dirty little fingernails underneath your skin and doesn’t let go. It whispers doubt, magnifies fear, and convinces you that your work—no matter how many times you’ve done it—is too heavy to lift today."

But that’s not the end of the story. Because on the other side of that resistance is flow. And the only way there is through. I don’t write because I think I’m special—I write because I’m listening. To intuition. To the call to create. To the force that lives in all of us, waiting to be tapped.

"Resistance gets its dirty little fingernails underneath your skin and doesn’t let go. It whispers doubt, magnifies fear, and convinces you that your work—no matter how many times you’ve done it—is too heavy to lift today."

But that’s not the end of the story. Because on the other side of that resistance is flow. And the only way there is through. I don’t write because I think I’m special—I write because I’m listening. To intuition. To the call to create. To the force that lives in all of us, waiting to be tapped.

"Resistance gets its dirty little fingernails underneath your skin and doesn’t let go. It whispers doubt, magnifies fear, and convinces you that your work—no matter how many times you’ve done it—is too heavy to lift today."

But that’s not the end of the story. Because on the other side of that resistance is flow. And the only way there is through. I don’t write because I think I’m special—I write because I’m listening. To intuition. To the call to create. To the force that lives in all of us, waiting to be tapped.