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Hey college preppers and parents! So if you're still weighing, still researching, still refreshing your email and checking college portals...I see you. But the list for what you're about to need doesn't exist. Because the teen-shaped hole in your life won't really show up at move-in. A friend of mine said it best when her daughter left for college last year: At first, I was relieved that I got her there. But now I can't quite find my rhythm.
It's like I don't know how to be me in my own house.
That's exactly what parent coach Diana Davidson and I want to talk about. On Wednesday, April 29th at 6:30pm PT / 8:30pm CT, we're hosting a free live webinar, They're in College: Now What? about shifting from "Nest Manager" to "Side Guide" — what that actually looks like, and how to find your rhythm after your student leaves. This is the fourth conversation in my What Comes Next? spring series for college-bound families. I've been writing about the middle of things over on my free Substack too: the transitions, the decisions, the strange art of figuring things out while you're still inside them. Sound familiar? Come find me at Minding the Middle. That quote's from a piece about my bubble wrap nickname, which some of you already know about. For those who don't — this post might also have something for you right now, no matter where you are in the college prep process. Keep on poppin' 🫧, Mindi |
For college-bound students (& their parents) looking to POP with possibility, purpose, & personality-filled applications that get put into the "YES!" pile—without POPPING under pressure on the way there! 💕
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