You've been mispronouncing your own name.


Not literally. But hear me out.

Most of us learned our worth the way we learned to spell - from someone else, early, and without much say in the matter. A parent's approval. A grade. A comment that stuck longer than it had any right to. Somewhere along the way, the definition of you got written by people who were still figuring themselves out.

And now you carry it around like it's official.

Here's the thing about self-worth that nobody puts on a motivational poster: it's not something you find. It's not buried under enough accomplishments or unlocked after enough therapy sessions. It's something you decide - quietly, almost boringly - on an otherwise unremarkable Friday morning.

You decide: "I am worthy."

Not "I'm worthy once I fix this thing about myself." Not "I'm worthy if this works out." Just: "I am worthy". Full stop.

That's it. That's the whole practice.

The proof doesn't come first. The decision does. Then you act from that place - not perfectly, not all day, but more than you did yesterday.

So this weekend, when the old voices get loud: notice them, don't argue with them, and gently, firmly, keep going anyway.

You already know how to pronounce your name.

You always did.


Have a good weekend. You've earned it — though you never needed to.

With Love,

Randi 🩷

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