03/11/2026
Okay. Deep breath. Here goes.
I’m writing a book.
My heart is literally thumping as I type that. I’m somewhere between wanting to throw up and wanting to dance around the kitchen.
This book has been with me for decades. Clients have said it. Friends have said it. Complete strangers, still teary after a session, have grabbed my hand and said, “Tess, you HAVE to write a book.”
And every single time, something in me lit up like a match and then blew itself out.
Because where on earth do you begin?
Decades of stories. Of sessions where the room went still. Of things I’ve seen, felt and known that I couldn’t always explain. How do you fit that between two covers?
So I didn’t. For years.
Then this month, I finally sat down to write this little post, and the resistance train came roaring into the station. All aboard, Tess.
I wrote it. Edited it. Made a cup of tea. Stared at my own face in the graphic for far too long. Opened the fridge like the answer might be behind the yoghurt. Cleaned something that did not need cleaning.
And then I burst out laughing.
Because the book I’m writing is about this: you are safe. You can speak. You can create. You were made to create your world, not just survive it.
And here I am, cursor hovering over “post”, body braced like I’m about to leap off a cliff. 😅
The irony is NOT lost on me.
But that’s how truth works. You don’t get to teach it from the safe side of the fear. You walk through it in real time, heart pounding, knees a bit wobbly, with everyone watching.
My nervous system doesn’t care that I’ve done this work for years. It just knows this is new, this is visible, and this is mine. So it’s doing its job, trying to keep me small and safe.
Thank you, body. I love you. We’re going anyway.
And a huge, heartfelt thank you to my coach Steph Zito who sent me this gorgeous graphic with a not-so-gentle “post it, Tess.” 😂 Turns out I don’t need more inspiration. I need clear edges, clear steps, and absolutely no wiggle room for “someday.” Steph gave me all of it, and after decades of waiting, this book is MOVING.
Because if I can’t say “I’m writing a book” without hiding, how could I ever ask you to stop hiding?
So here it is, out loud, no takebacks:
I’m writing a book. 🔥🤍
I’m not sharing the title yet. But if you’ve ever lost yourself somewhere inside your own life, carrying too much, smiling through it, quietly tired of being afraid, and some part of you knows you were made for so much more...
This one is for you. It’s been waiting for you as long as it’s been waiting for me.
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