You Reminded Me To Continue Believing - Thank you Tribe #FillYourTank

Last Saturday night the room was filled with incredible people. Each person has/had a story that was not spoken but I felt it. Just know, your story and who you are matter. You did not go unnoticed. Each person had genuine interest in the mission and story behind #FillYourTank. They showed up in support that I often forget is still around. Blissfully authentic support without an agenda to be anything other than ready to support the welcomed wild ride you are on.

“ I was so pumped to attend a book launch for my client-turned-friend last night in Seattle. This view fits the mood of the evening: “Your attitude determines your altitude” - a quote right out of her book.” - Caption and photo by Jinger Hendricks

“ I was so pumped to attend a book launch for my client-turned-friend last night in Seattle. This view fits the mood of the evening: “Your attitude determines your altitude” - a quote right out of her book.” - Caption and photo by Jinger Hendricks

Yesterday and today I am trying to replay the evening back. You know how that goes? We try to remember all the things or wish we had said this or that. Give more hugs or speak to another person a little longer. I’ve battled with this for as long as I can remember. The feeling of guilt that I did not personally spend time with every single person or make sure I thanked them individually. So why do I tell others who feel this way it’s OK, and that people understand. They are just happy to be there supporting you. Yet I find I beat myself up over and over about this. Clearly I need to take my own advice!

A few text trickled in yesterday sharing how much they enjoyed the event and were moved by my words or the shared empowering words about me. Many shared their excitement to move in the direction of filling their tanks, share with their kids, friends and family.

Some post were shared via social media reflecting back on an inspiring night and the breathtaking view of the Seattle skyline that surrounded this incredible #FillYourTank tribe.

What I do know is, not everything I wanted to say left my mouth. I am in awe at the beautiful souls who showed up March 2, 2019 for the launch of my first book. When I reflect back to that night, my heart skips a beat as if I just had my first kiss. I am covered in goosebumps because I realized I was not waking up from a dream. I am living my dreams. You, my #FillYourTank tribe reminded me to believe in my little girl dreams again. Being a writer and writing just for me. Not for notoriety but to pour love back into hearts and the community. To have fun with it. To challenge people to think and rise to the occasion of being the best version of themselves possible.

So to those of you who spent your Saturday night with me and a room full of smiling hearts to fully launch this baby into the world by showing up as you are, THANK YOU!!

A bursting heart of love and gratitude for you all!

Xo - LH

Photo taken by: Marisa Baysa

Photo taken by: Marisa Baysa

My Book Baby

For the last three weeks I have carried around a draft copy of my book. It has accompanied me on car rides, sat underneath my desk in my office and in the entry way of my house. Never forgetting it is with me but silently scared to look at it again. To be critical of my work, to second guess and to wonder if this is a mistake. These were a few reasons I was avoiding this small but mighty book baby.

It feels weird. In a good way. To know my words, the idea and this brain of mine brought something to life. It’s filled with grit and courage. Like my daughter. Perhaps that’s why this book I thought would be a book written after many others is my first book. Written at a time it is needed most and for many.

We are a few weeks out from launch and I must say I am nervous as heck. Sure it’s been fun writing it and a lot of hard work, tears and blood have gone into it. Yes, literally blood. Picking at my nails while I anxiously critique every word, every design or page that has been written. I’ve picked. That stopped because my manicures cannot look as much of a hot mess as my mind is when I am being hard on myself.

What I realized last night in the midst of fully accepting my book baby as is, is that it is an accomplishment no matter what. This is my work, my goals and my dreams coming to life. And, there will be more things written because that’s where I often feel the most alive. Writing.

Until then… I' am happily carrying around my book baby without contractions. :)