Leverage

I don’t raise my voice. I raise stakes. One quiet word can tilt the floor beneath you. It’s not about force-- it’s about weight. Where you place it. When you shift it. Who you let believe you’re not watching. I learned early the value of silence, how it echoes louder when someone leans in. Let them underestimate. Let them smile like they’ve won something. I’ll be the hand on the fulcrum. They’ll call it chance. I’ll call it design. Because power isn’t always loud-- sometimes, it waits behind the door you didn’t notice opening.

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Justin Bordner

Date: 5/20/2025 6:17:00 PM

I think the ultimate leverage is identifying a competitor's weaknesses and arranging for them to destroy themselves while they attempt to damage you. The closing visual possesses strong efficacy. "how it echoes louder when someone leans in..." A smart way to amplify the moral here Alesia...J.A.B.

Alesia Leach
Date: 5/23/2025 4:40:00 PM

Justin, you absolutely get it--leverage isn't about noise, it's about precision. That final visual you referenced was meant to haunt a little, and I’m so glad it landed. Your reflections always add depth to the echo. Thank you, truly.

Paige Hind

Date: 5/18/2025 1:56:00 PM

This is very deep, your words beam ... I love reading your open door

Alesia Leach
Date: 5/19/2025 1:08:00 PM

That means so much, Paige. I try to leave that door open, even when the wind howls through it. Thank you for always stepping through with kindness and light. Your words beam right back.