Surrender September
I've been writing you most mornings for two weeks and I never said what it was for.
Here's what it was for.
Tomorrow I start posting every day for thirty days. Short video, daily, on IG.
I've done a version of this before. I've even gone viral doing it. Never with this intention.
The intention is to meet the version of me on the other side of it. I call him the Parallel You.
My forty-fifth birthday is in six months and a version of me has to die before that day. I'm both spiritual and analytical but have never truly lived in the fullness of the two.
This goes beyond vulnerability, this is a thirty day funeral for who I was before this experiment.
Here's the reasoning, and it's the whole thing.
Three things magnetize money. Vision, feeling, momentum. Most of us have the vision — we know the number, we can see the house. Plenty of us have the feeling.
Momentum is the one you can't do in private.
So for thirty days I'm doing the thing that scares me most, in public, every day.
I dreamed the whole thing up. Then I wrote it down. That's the only difference between an idea and a month.
Even typing this is giving me anxiety.
There's only one strategy. Release and response. 🔑
P.S. I'm going to write you most mornings for a while. If that's too much you can turn the daily off and keep the rest, or leave entirely. I won't take it personally.