She Already Knew
Yesterday I met with a woman who found me through my website. She wanted to talk about her career.
Within minutes, I felt my yes to her — a harmonic match I could recognize instantly. I wanted to support her.
I asked if she knew what she wanted.
At first, she told me she had been a fashion stylist, even tried working at Neiman Marcus. The words landed flat, like stale bread. Everything about that job was what she didn’t want.
Then she said it.
She wanted to be a screenwriter.
Energy Never Lies
The Truth Always Leaks Out
It was 7:00 a.m. I stood in line with a box of tampons and some Advil.
When it was my turn, I handed them to the clerk. She smiled and asked how I was doing.
With my best smile, I said, "I’m fine."
She looked me straight in the eye and said, “You’re a liar.”
I burst out laughing—because she was right.
When I asked how she knew, she said the Advil and tampons were one clue.
But mostly, it was my voice. “You sounded miserable.”
She didn’t just hear me. She felt me.