Yelling felt like power.It was just pain with a microphone.
I used to think volume meant authority.
If I got loud enough, sharp enough, firm enough—
that counted as leadership.
It didn’t.
I wasn’t teaching respect.
I was teaching intensity.
Because when you grow up in loud,
you think loud is how things get handled.
And then one day—
your child flinches.
And you recognize the look.
The look you used to have.
That’ll sober you faster than anything.
Turns out strength is quieter than I thought.
Sometimes the most powerful thing I can do
is lower my voice.
Day 29 — Hot Mess, Holy Ground













































































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