Why I Wrote Classroom for Consciousness
I drove a powder blue land yacht in high school.
Not ironically. Not for attention. Just because it was mine.
Let's just say the ship's manual helm had a very...high...steering ratio. She was the size of a small ferry.
The trunk could fit a cooler, a boom box, my Caboodle and half a revolution. The sticky manifestos across the wide back bumper were a declaration of who I was becoming:
End Apartheid Now | U.S. Out of Nicaragua Now | Nuclear Test Ban Now | Free Nelson Mandela Now
It wasn't trendy. It was simply the truth I saw.
When the windows were rolled down by hand and Led Zeppelin was moaning on top of a fragile levee...it felt like we were sailing straight over the rip curl pothole of the known world, half protest, half poetry.
My friends and I were the kind of girls who turned the dial all the way up. We laughed loud. We were clever and unfiltered and quick with each other. We didn't shrink. We weren't fragile. We held space for each other like sisters in a laser light show reality.
And we didn't know anything about manipulation or hierarchy or optics. We wouldn't have cared, if we had.
We were just... there. Present. Awake. Unapologetically ourselves.
We once staged a Die-In at a Nebraska Cornhusker football game.
Laid ourselves down on the concrete with purpose and courage, surrounded by stadium noise and the smell of nacho cheese. The crowd jeered around us and above us and none of it moved us. We stayed down until staying down had said what it needed to say.
Because even at 17, we knew some things deserve disruption.
I wasn't a troublemaker. I was a compass. And there's a difference worth knowing, because troublemakers want the chaos, and compasses just can't pretend they don't know which way is north.
That same fire has lived in me through everything that came after. The vessel looks different now.
The Powder Blue Peace Boat is long gone. But Zepplin? The work of awareness? The willingness to speak truth even when no one asked? Still here.
Now I build spaces where consciousness meets humor, and where people can finally hear themselves again. Where the ones who've been holding the emotional temperature of every room they've ever stood in can finally put the self-limiting beliefs down and pick something truer up.
Classroom for Consciousness is the natural evolution of a teenager who once blasted classic rock and loudly believed that global peace was possible.
Want to Ride Along?
I don't have bumper stickers anymore, but I still have something to say.
I'm building something true, again.
Classroom for Consciousness is for kind movers-and-shakers
This communications book helps you sail straight into the headwind of a rough room without snapping your mast. The softer temperature is part of the design.
It is still a leadership book. Not every book in the Fredhappy ecosystem has to sound like it was forged inside a submarine reactor during a governance collapse.
*I just reduced the price. Yes, I need food. I also want to make the book as accessible as possible for the people it can help.
