I Still Can't Always Bring Myself To Turn It.


Hey Reader,

Most of my life I've been petrified of cold. When I was at summer camp (not the one I'm running this year), the hot water shut off. I stood at the edge of that shower knowing the cold was coming, and my body absolutely refused. I screamed. I shuddered. I barely got through it.

A few years ago I decided I wanted to take cold showers on purpose.

I wanted to know if I could choose the thing my body resisted. I'd stand at the dial, knowing exactly what was coming, and make myself turn it.

Here's what happened every time: a few seconds of shock, then something else entirely. An invigoration, a rush I can only describe as delight. My body had figured out what my mind was afraid of. I'd accomplished something before my day had started.

I still can't always bring myself to turn it. I wince and suck air between my teeth, and I cower my hand away for the knob. And yet I still do. Because it's not dangerous. It's just temporarily uncomfortable. And the joyful reward is just a few seconds away, right there on the other side of the discomfort.

You don't learn to swim by reading about water. At some point you get in, and your body figures out what your mind couldn't predict.

Boothcamp is a whole summer in the water. Craft in July, career in August, a checkpoint in September to make sure it sticks. That's the difference between a workshop you attend and a season you build on.

We start tomorrow. The group is capped at 10.

Mondays, July 6, 13, 20, 27 and August 3, 10, 17, 24.

Integration session: September 21.

All sessions 5:00–6:15pm Pacific. Nine sessions, three bonuses. $497.

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If you're deciding between this and a single program, reply and tell me where you are in your AD work. I'll point you in the right direction.

Roy

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Roy Samuelson helps companies turn accessibility into unforgettable storytelling. His newsletter shares sharp insights on inclusive content, the craft of audio description, and how human + AI voice can build trust, clarity, and emotional impact.

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