When Less is More: You Need to Read with Jill Winski (Plus Win a Coaching Session!)

Welcome to the first edition of our new video interview series, You Need to Read!

That said … I was tempted not to publish this post today. In the face of all the political uproar, I wondered, Is it somehow wrong to share an interview centered on compassion and living peacefully within yourself?

But then I realized: No. Quite the contrary.

In this troubled time – a time filled with divisiveness and unkindness – it’s even more important that we stand for inclusion, welcome, and generosity.

And it’s even more important that we remember: all of those beautiful qualities begin within us.

So let’s get centered and let’s take action. Not either/or, but both/and.

Let’s call our senators and representatives, let’s stand up for what is good … and let’s do it all from a place of fierce love.

To help you get touch with that place within, listen to this interview with life coach and writer Jill Winski!

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Why I Go to Counseling: My Messy Beautiful

I’ve never shared this in a public forum before, but here goes: I go to counseling twice a month.

The stigma of seeking support is lifting – in fact, April is Counseling Awareness month – but it still takes courage to admit it. Why? Because when you say you’re going to counseling, what you’re really saying is, “I am someone who needs a little help. And that can be a very uncomfortable statement to make.

Personally, I prefer to pretend that I have it all together, that I can handle this crazy thing called life just fine. But there are times in which I reach the limits of my own capacity. In such times, I’m blind to possibility; I need someone trustworthy to point out vistas I could never have seen on my own.

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On Accepting Yourself (Even if Self-Checkout Tries to Shame You)

So I was at a Walmart in Alabama, doing my best not to be a Jersey girl.

That is, I was trying not to rush and dash and move at twice the speed of other shoppers.

Every checkout line was long, so I headed to self-checkout. My pragmatic husband loves self-checkout: the efficiency! The autonomy! The lack of interaction! I would rather go to a cashier, though. I like cashiers. They’re people, which means they’re family.

Self-checkout and I … we just don’t get along. I try to be careful, but I always set off the threatening red light. Then I get flustered, because I feel like I’m … in trouble.

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