<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>First Clients on Own The Leap</title><link>https://owntheleap.com/tags/first-clients/</link><description>Recent content in First Clients on Own The Leap</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://owntheleap.com/tags/first-clients/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Six Sentences After Four Years</title><link>https://owntheleap.com/posts/six-sentences-after-four-years/</link><pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://owntheleap.com/posts/six-sentences-after-four-years/</guid><description>&lt;p>The walk was forty minutes. I&amp;rsquo;ve done that route a hundred times: down to the park, around the pond, back up the hill. The dog ran ahead and waited. I was not thinking about the dog.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>When I got home I opened the laptop before I sat down. I have learned not to give myself the option of sitting down first.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>I typed her name in the To field. The woman who has been emailing me every December for four years asking whether I&amp;rsquo;ve thought about going independent. She left corporate six years ago, built her own practice, then went in-house at a portfolio company. She is a former colleague, not a client of my current employer. That distinction matters, and I&amp;rsquo;ll come back to it.&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>The Email I Keep Not Sending</title><link>https://owntheleap.com/posts/the-email-i-keep-not-sending/</link><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://owntheleap.com/posts/the-email-i-keep-not-sending/</guid><description>&lt;p>I have a draft folder problem. Not a technical one. I don&amp;rsquo;t have things sitting in my email drafts right now, taking up space, waiting. What I have is a mental draft folder, and that is worse, because nobody can see it and I can pretend it does not exist.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>I wrote six names down on Wednesday. The list is in my phone. Every name has a company and a note about how I know them and when we last spoke. I was careful about it, which is something I do when I&amp;rsquo;m nervous.&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>The Names I've Been Keeping in My Head</title><link>https://owntheleap.com/posts/the-names-ive-been-keeping-in-my-head/</link><pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://owntheleap.com/posts/the-names-ive-been-keeping-in-my-head/</guid><description>&lt;p>The attorney&amp;rsquo;s office acknowledged my intake form Tuesday afternoon. Two business days to schedule a consultation. It is Wednesday. I have been thinking about what I need to have ready.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>The agreement, obviously. I&amp;rsquo;m going to scan it properly before I go in, not photograph it the way I photographed every school permission slip during the pandemic years, crooked, with my thumb in the corner. The clause is on page three. I&amp;rsquo;ll have it flagged. I am, it turns out, the person who shows up to legal consultations with a labeled document and a written list of questions. I suspected this about myself.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>