Tomorrow the spring season of my writing community begins and I've been sitting with this feeling all day, like, finally. This space exists and I get to be in it too. And it’s coming at the perfect time because I’m working on my second book, which means I have to go back into some of the most painful memories of my life and do it all over again. Except this time, I have a room and a rhythm to return to with other women doing the same damn thing alongside me. And I have my breath and my body and a way back to myself when the past just feels a little too present, if you know what I mean.

I built The Inner Room because I needed it and it didn't exist. I wrote my first memoir totally alone and totally dysregulated, like either flooded, my limbs feeling like they were on fire, or trying to hide under my writing desk like please god, make it stop, and I can tell you it was not a fun time.

This time it’s going to feel different. It’s going to BE different.

We have three spots left for the spring season. If you're walking back through the past to get your hard story on the page, just know there’s a gentler way, and I’d love to have you in the room.

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