what if your breakthrough doesn’t begin with confidence… but with honesty?

 

I want to share a moment with you—one that unraveled something deep in me.

A quiet, gentle unraveling.

One I didn’t expect… but one I needed.

>> when i finally said it out loud <<

We were on a call with friends.

The kind of friends who’ve walked beside you through real life.

Not just the highlight reel.

We met over a decade ago on the Big Island of Hawai’i.

No kids, just scooters, sunsets, and laughter over coffee.

We trained together as missionaries, served different communities,

and reunited again to debrief, pray, and bless one another’s next chapters.

They prayed for us as we returned to our home country—

and ever since, our friendship has stretched across time zones, kids, moves, and seasons.

Barcelona. Hawai’i again. Holiday trip to Spain together.

And these sacred check-in calls in between.

This was one of those calls.

We were simply catching up, sharing about life.

And I almost didn’t say it.

But I’d been sitting with this stuckness for months.

No—years.

I had started a business.

I had poured my heart into it.

But when it came to selling… I was chronically stuck.

I kept ending up back at zero.

And this wasn’t a “strategy” issue.

This was deeper.

So I said it.

Out loud.

Voice shaking.

Heart pounding.

>> “I’ve realized… I have past trauma that’s affecting the way I experience selling.”

“And I think I’ve been carrying this belief that I’m just not made for it.<<

It was a short moment.

They listened with compassion.

And we moved on to chatting about other things.

But for me… that moment meant everything.

>> why honesty was the turning point <<

Saying it out loud helped me name something that had been hiding under the surface.

It was like one of those glaciers in the Arctic—

where only the tip is visible, but the mass underneath could sink a ship.

My fear around selling wasn’t just resistance.

It was something frozen, hidden, heavy.

It kept pulling me backward—making me doubt myself every time I tried to step forward.

But when I spoke it aloud, I began to thaw.

I remembered that I’ve done hard things before.

And this was just another hard thing—one that would take emotional energy, yes,

but one that could change everything once I walked through it.

That moment of honesty gently started separating me from the belief.

What if I wasn’t broken?

What if my identity wasn’t the issue?

What if there was just a deeper layer to be seen and healed?

And that’s when something shifted.

I began creating space inside me to ask new questions—

What if selling didn’t mean I was unsafe?

What if I could redefine what it means to invite others in?

What if…

my fear wasn’t a flaw—

but a doorway?

Now it’s your turn.

>> what’s the thing you’ve been afraid to name? <<

Could saying it out loud—first to yourself, then maybe to someone safe—be the beginning of your shift?

You don’t have to rush.

But you also don’t have to carry it alone.

I’ll be here, cheering you on as you name the thing,

face the thing,

and step gently toward the dream that’s still waiting for you.

This is that safe space for you with zero shame.

You're not broken.

You are a force, facing something impactful with grace.

And you sitting with this pain and fear that's trying to overshadow you,

it's a doorway of healing for you,

and for so many 

your life will touch ✨

Love,

Pia