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You’ve been called.

You’ve been called to step up, to lead, to serve, to write, to create, to enact change, to generate, to produce, to speak and to succeed. Yes. To succeed.

And I think you’ve heard yourself SAY that you’re ready to answer the call.

It’s just, you’ve also heard yourself say:

It’s too late.
I’m not ready.
It’s all been done.
It doesn’t make sense.
It’s going to be too hard.
No one will listen.

What if none of that was true? I know it SEEMS true. You’ve certainly gathered enough evidence to support these claims. Yet, you’re here reading. Because you know that under the piles of story lives the truth. YOUR truth. And it’s swathed in desire.

Let’s shine some light on that. On you.

It’s your starring role that’s calling. Are you ready to step in?

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When Tara Gentile got the call about teaching on live video in front of thousands of online viewers, her immediate reaction was, “Who me?”

Have stage. Will inspire.

You’ve got a stage and I’ve got a message. And presence. And power. And persuasion. Let’s talk…

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What will you do with your 39,420,000 wild and precious minutes?

My daughter was recently tasked with asking me and my husband how many minutes we’ve been alive. For me: 22,645,440. That’s a lot of minutes. And I remember many of them very very well. Births. Deaths. Weddings. Orangina sipped in the Loire Valley when I was a child. Then chardonnay 20 years later in that same spot as an adult. Sprinklers in Portugal. The moment we were allowed to bring her home. The first time hugging on-line friends in real life. The smell of my dog Jesse when he was a puppy. When I got busted for stealing the gum. Tijuana with my bestie when we were 17. My first pay cheque. My last pay cheque. The first marathon phone call with my now husband (the shortest five hours of my life.) Fresh falling snow that Christmas Eve in Innsbruck. Getting the news from the doctor. About that last point. I went for a follow-up appointment with my doctor to see about something that has been on my mind. The news she had for me was so-so. It’s better than I feared and still not fantastic. A word on that: I will get ahead of it. Already am. But this isn’t about that. I mean, it is and it isn’t. It’s about what’s next. As I was sitting in that waiting room, reflecting upon those 22,645,440 minutes, I of course couldn’t help but consider how quickly they’ve gone. And? We don’t get them back. But we can look to what’s ahead. (Doctors’ offices are intense.) We are each treated to, on average, 39,420,000 minutes. Still a lot of digits....
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