Something isn't working, so I'm changing it


I love sharing Sunday Stories. It lets me be authentic — and sometimes vulnerable.

More importantly, I love sharing my work as a mental performance coach in a concrete way. Not in a "let me prove how smart I am" way.

But here's the truth: it's not as engaging as I hoped it would be.

Mental performance coaches need to reflect too.

So it's time to change things up.

I'll still share stories to help you help your athlete. But now, it's time to open Mike's Mental Mailbag.

mikesmentalmailbag@gmail.com

I want to hear from you.
I want to answer your questions.

Here's more truth: if you don't send any, I'll just make educated guesses about what's valuable and answer that instead.

I hate guessing. So here's your chance.

Fire away,

Mike

Michael Huber Mental Performance Coaching

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