I was pronounced dead twice before I ever made a sound.

Long before I understood the word intuition, my life was shaped by a knowing that refused to negotiate with fear. This is a letter about living between worlds — about the kind of truth that arrives quietly, before proof — and about why real leadership begins in the body. If you’ve ever sensed something quietly before the evidence arrived… this is for you.

There’s a particular kind of exhaustion that comes from thinking so much we forget we have a body. We calculate, anticipate, intellectualize—and somewhere in the maze of analysis, the voice of our body grows quiet. But we are not broken for this. We are practiced. And there’s another way. Our body holds the map our mind has been searching for. And the next step isn’t more thinking—it’s noticing. One sensation, one breath, one heartbeat at a time.