Dust-kissed wanderer walking the wild edge. Unlearning what tames & remembering what our bones have always known. Part mystic, part outlaw; moved by holy irreverence for what cages the human spirit.
How do you reconcile building a thriving business with the grief of no longer doing the work that once gave you life? What if growth isn't always the goal? Is it possible to find your way back to the joy of your craft when achievement has led you away from creation?
How do you set boundaries when your entire worth feels tied to how completely you can disappear into service? What happens when the work of caring becomes a hungry beast that needs constant feeding, and you're the only food source?
What remains of you when your inner life becomes content? Where is the line between sharing wisdom and commodifying your deepest experiences? What happens when the brand overtakes the human behind it?
What happens when you wake at 4 AM with everything you're supposed to want, yet feel hollow inside? How do you reconcile the beautiful life you've built with the persistent feeling that it's somehow become a cage of your own making?
