Meet Touks.
Listen. It's a long story.
The day before my 20th high school reunion, my mom gifted me a hypnotherapy sesh (normal), and my "higher self" showed up as a toucan — confusi-lovingly dubbed Touks.
Sharp-beaked. Hawk-eyed. Mildly judgmental. Heated in an intimidatingly jungly sorta way.
His assignment? Simple. Horrifying, really:
Keep writing. In public. On LinkedIn (embarrassing).
And also…