You’re hungry for a life that doesn’t require you to fold yourself in half just to fit. You are ravenous—for the rise, for the reclamation, for the rhythm of your own becoming. To feel alive again. And that hunger? It’s holy…

The fear you feel is not a stop sign. It is the energy of transformation, the tremor before expansion. It is your body, your mind, your soul whispering, We are about to step beyond what we’ve known. It is evidence that you are touching the edges of something new…

And here you are, standing at the threshold between who you were and who you long to be. It’s not an easy place to stand, is it? One foot planted in the familiar—the routines, the roles, the relationships that once made you feel safe—and the other, hesitant and trembling, reaching toward the unknown…