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Friend, if you had asked me about the state of my podcast weeks ago like my podcast assistant did over email, my husband did in long car rides, diehard listeners did on IG, and my best friends did over ABCV’s butter beans that taste like bacon (Neal Harden, executive chef of ABCV and friend who wrote a big blurb for my book -- you are a plant genius!), I would’ve told you, like I told them, straight faced and convincing as hell: I can’t do it anymore. I’m done. It’s over.
I had a good argument, too. Though I can’t even remember what it is anymore. Because it was depression talking, not Talia.
This first episode since an abrupt hiatus in January tells that story.
I share the story of forgetting and ignoring my own voice, but having an inner truth so relentless & body signals so persistent, like that fire alarm in Phoebe’s apartment that WOULD NOT BE QUIET even when she disconnected, disabled, smashed, trashed and screamed at it, that I had to listen again.
I hope it inspires you to keep listening to and honoring your fire alarms.
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