I stared at the blank “About” page.
The cursor blinked like a timeclock.
I’m late, I should’ve done this by now, everyone else already has this figured out.
I tried a sentence.
“I help sensitive souls—”
Backspace.
All the marketing gurus say to start this way, it stinks of "I'm selling something..."
Highlight. Delete.
“I’m a trauma-informed somatic heale…
