Not your typical love-and-light bullsh*t. Just my subtle (okayyyy, sometimes NOT-so-subtle 😘) way of calling you OUT & calling you BACK to yourself, all while reminding you you're not alone in any of this.
Sometimes rage deserves a bat (not to be bottled-up)
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Women have been taught that our anger is dangerous. From the time we were little, we got the message loud and clear.... good girls don’t yell. They don’t slam doors. So we buried it. But here’s the thing no one told us: anger is f**king holy. It’s the part of you that says enough. It’s the spark that lights up your boundaries. It’s the fire that clears space for what you actually deserve. And your body is begging for a safe way to let it out. SO just in time for Halloween, our second annual "pumpkin smash" event is BACK. Together in community, we’ll turn that bottled-up fury into release, relief, and even laughter. Because the truth is, once you let it move through you, anger doesn’t control you anymore — it liberates you. It frees you. To scream. 🗓️ Friday, October 10 | 6–9 PM Pumpkins are provided (bring a bat if you’ve got one). Dress in layers. And please bring a photo if you want to give your release an extra punch *wink wink*! You deserve to feel the crack of that pumpkin and know: I’m safe to feel all of me. With reverence for your fire, |
Jess Leone
Not your typical love-and-light bullsh*t. Just my subtle (okayyyy, sometimes NOT-so-subtle 😘) way of calling you OUT & calling you BACK to yourself, all while reminding you you're not alone in any of this.
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