Bonjour,

So, last weekend, I hosted a live journaling class. Super last-minute, super early. And, in my infinite wisdom, I forgot to hit send on the email. So, when the day rolled around and no one showed up, I had a choice—spiral into disappointment or just do the thing anyway.

I did the thing.

I hit record and journaled like I had an audience of a thousand—because, honestly, I needed it. My sister popped in between her clients, spilled some ink, and dipped. But for the most part? It was me, my pen, and the absolute necessity of getting some thoughts out of my head and onto the page.

See, that week had been the week from Hades. One of those “maybe I should just go live in the woods” kind of weeks. I was questioning everything—my work, my purpose, my snack choices. I needed a moment to step off the should-train, where my brain was scrambling random letters like some kind of broken Wheel of Fortune board. And journaling? It spelled out exactly what I needed.

Journaling is freedom. It’s private. It’s a therapist in a box. And on that day, it was my lifeline.

So, I’m inviting you to join me. Here’s the link (passcode #Vd4WR4e) to the recording. No pressure, no perfection—just a space for you to write, breathe, and maybe untangle a thought or two. More of these sessions are coming, so get your calendar ready.

Because, trust me, your thoughts deserve to be heard—even if it's just by you.

Information for Zoom Journaling Session:

https://us02web.zoom.us/rec/share/BMIGPgMI0j29wBL2GdeQ9BRcRE9_v35iAso0VF6RDvAujPR1Q7lBiAkSt7ljkNSH.sFK6utqeFg2HtB18 

Passcode: #Vd4WR4e

Speak Soon,

Angie