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.

You’re already burning. And that fire? It’s the only thing that’s ever been real in this damn world. This is your permission slip to stop waiting for the perfect moment. Choose the wild, the messy, the brutally beautiful life you were meant for. Read my birthday wish for you…