Three years ago, I heard one word. It was "leave."
No plan came attached to it. No next step. I closed one of my salon suite locations because that was the instruction, and then I sat in a season I did not ask for, not moving forward, not moving back.
I remember sitting in my car, two toddlers asleep behind me, not crying, just still. I did not have language yet for what I was actually grieving.
I had also just found out I was pregnant. Real joy, sitting right next to a cloud that would not lift. Both were true at once, and I did not know what to do with that.
What I needed in that season was not another list of steps. I already had steps. What I needed was someone to sit in it with me and help me actually move through it, instead of just surviving it until it passed on its own.
That is exactly what The Reset: 30 Days is built to be. Not information to read alone at midnight. Four weeks of actual company through the season you are in right now, whatever shape it takes for you.
This is for the woman holding everyone else together, who has quietly stopped asking what she needs.