Resistance is a funny, familiar friend, reminding me to pick myself up and begin again, to release into the very things I’m aiming so earnestly to avoid: teaching publicly again. Writing again.
So I’m dipping into this deep well of resistance. And it keeps sending me precisely where I need to be, in the uncomfortable truths, moving inexorably toward cla…
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