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My preferred Enneagram school, the Chestnut Paes Enneagram Academy, is closing at the end of 2026.

I heard it live. From them. At a retreat I almost didn't attend.

And in the days since, I've been sitting with a feeling I don't have adequate words for. As it turns out, that is exactly what this newsletter is about.

Beatrice Chestnut and Uranio Paes changed the trajectory of my life. My work, my relationships, how I show up in a room, how I understand myself. The Enneagram, through their teaching, gave me a map I didn't know I was missing. And when I try to find the sentence that holds all of that, the right arrangement of words that actually measures what they gave me, I come up empty every time.

Not because I haven't tried. Because "thank you" was never built to carry that kind of weight.

You probably have someone like that too.

“ Many ancient wisdom traditions say that this task of waking up to become aware of who we are represents the purpose of human life on earth. — Beatrice Chestnut, PhD

From My Chair to Yours

I had a teacher named Mrs. Parker. Seventh through ninth grade. And then I kept showing up for her through tenth, eleventh, and twelfth, helping run the judges' room at her drama tournaments because I couldn't quite bring myself to leave her orbit.

I've Googled her. Looked for her on the socials. I don't know if she's still alive. And that not-knowing carries its own particular ache, because somewhere in the last few years I finally found words close enough to what I wanted to say to her. And I don't know if I'll ever get the chance.

She was the reason I lived in a crappy apartment after graduation (and thought it a castle) and ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She pointed me toward something that mattered more than comfort, and I followed it. Independence.

That's the thing about the teachers who actually reach us. We don't always know it while it's happening. The impact reveals itself later, slowly, in the choices we make and the people we become and the moments we find ourselves thinking: I learned this from someone.

Beatrice and Uranio are my grown-up version of Mrs. Parker. The difference is I knew it while it was happening. I had enough self-awareness, enough interior work done, to recognize the gift in real time. And I got to tell them. Face to face, at that retreat. It still wasn't enough. The words still fell short.

Which told me something important: this isn't a problem I can think my way out of.

The Lens

There's a reason "thank you" doesn't hold the weight of a life changed.

It was never designed to. Thank you is a transaction. I received something, I acknowledge it, we're square. It works perfectly well for most exchanges. Someone holds a door. A colleague covers a meeting. Thank you, we're even.

But some gifts don't work that way. Some things land in you so deep that the exchange never closes. You can't settle it. You can't square it.

The debt doesn't go backward to the person who gave it. It goes forward into who you become.

That reaching feeling, the one where you know "thank you" is too small but you can't find what's big enough, is not a vocabulary failure. In my framework, I'd call it Reflection. You're standing at the threshold of something that genuinely moved you, trying to integrate what it meant. And here's what I've come to understand: the gap between what you feel and what language can carry is not a problem to solve. The gap is the measure.

So what does adequate actually look like?

Not a better sentence. A practice.

Sustained Resolve, the stage in my Depletion to Fulfillment framework where real change takes root and holds, is not a destination you arrive at once. It's something you return to. And one of its most overlooked tools is gratitude. Not gratitude as a moment. Not gratitude as a transaction. Gratitude as an ongoing practice of returning to what changed you and letting it keep doing its work.

Mrs. Parker still orients me. Beatrice and Uranio still orient me. Not because I finally found the right words. Because I keep letting what they gave me stay alive in how I show up.

Reflection

• Who are you still reaching for words to thank? A teacher whose classroom felt different. A coach who saw something in you before you saw it yourself. A mentor, a pastor, a parent, a stranger whose single conversation changed the direction of everything. They answered a call. You were standing in the path of it.
• What are you doing with what they gave you?

Until we see each other again, I hope you have a powerful day.

-Joanna

Joanna Douglas
Conscious Leadership Coach, Speaker, Teacher Founder of Enneagram Ensight

P.S. If Beatrice Chestnut and Uranio Paes are new names to you, I'd encourage you to explore their work before the academy closes at the end of 2026. Their podcast, Enneagram 2.0, is a generous place to start. And if the Enneagram has been on your radar and you've been waiting for the right entry point, this is it. Visit cpenneagram.com.