Becoming Unstoppable as Devotion

There’s a moment in every life when the dream gets heavy.
Not because it’s wrong—
but because it’s real. And real things ask to be carried differently. As they are walking you into the next era of yourself.

I recently found myself in a room of titans.
Entrepreneurs. Speakers. Creators with polished brands and million-dollar launches. People who’d “made it.”

Out spewed polished pitches and sparkly promises, but only those who spoke of how they were broken really knew.

The longer I listened to the promises, the more I noticed something eerily familiar in their voices. A kind of subtle, aching hunger.

Not for money.
Not even for meaning.

But for the taste of their own truth. The yearning to know themselves as so much more than just their empire.

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The Myth of Comfort

Most of us were taught that comfort equals alignment.
That the right path should feel good. Easy even.

That sitting in the subtle cloud means you have made it. Just getting by on the easy road.

But what if that’s just a spell we’ve been under?

Is that all of you? The one who found the easy road?
Visions whispered at the edge of sleep, then buried beneath a pile of practicalities.
Because to want like that is dangerous. It stirs the soul. It dares the old self to die.

And we don’t always know who we’ll be without the old self propping us up.

And so, this is our pursuit, what Fearless Creators are made of.

To make oneself unrecognizable to the former self, day over day. As the sky is the limit. And by keeping oneself in routine and the mundane is torture to a wild soul.

But we were taught to stay that way. Find the house and the car, the partner and the family and you have found it all.

Is that really it? Were we not born from adventurers, who wandered the globe and fought beasts and storms?

Here I will share some of the expansions we serve and collaborate on with each other. And I ask of you to yearn to be carried in this way, where each and every clue is fuel for your rising.

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Discomfort as Sacred Invitation

What if we were to uncover that some still deferring their sovereignty.

Another revealed how she kept her life “low-key” on purpose.
Not because things weren’t thriving, but because sharing her wins felt like a betrayal of those still stuck.

But here’s what we uncovered together:

Discomfort isn’t a problem to solve.
It’s a mirror that dares you to remember who you are.

And thus into the the sacred fire the story went—asking for the old contracts to be burned.
The ones that say:

• “I must shrink to be loved.”

• “I must carry others to be valuable.”

• “I must silence my desire to stay safe.”

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The Shift from Empathic Savior to Empowered Guide

There was a moment that broke something open in class.
One student was sharing how her partner’s indecision was draining her.
She'd been carrying the weight of his "I don’t knows"—and dimming her own clarity in the process.

So I asked her, “What if you stopped rescuing him? What if you became a mirror instead of a martyr?”

She blinked. And then said the most empowered thing I’d heard all day:

“If he won’t come with me, I will still go.”

And yet, that’s only part of it. True empowerment isn’t walking away in defiance. It’s standing in your full truth and saying:

“I’m not going to fix this for you, but I will hold space for your rising.”

That’s not coldness—it’s reverence.
That’s leadership.

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The Reward of Walking Through Fire

Another woman shared her frustration with a bizarre landlord situation involving garbage, bears, and absurd expectations. (Yes, it’s as strange as it sounds.)

But the real story wasn’t about trash. It was about her choosing herself.
Choosing to speak up.
To say this is not reasonable, without guilt.

And on the other side of that simple defiance?
Clarity. Energy. Sovereignty.

These are not small wins.
These are soul milestones.

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The Story I’m Still Writing

I get schooled in my own reality. I do, and oh how I love to wander into the places that call me the fck out. Because I once was a forest girl and am no longer. I am a leader for the leaders and every day I pretend otherwise I am in betrayal to my design. I own that truth.
In most experiences when I am hiding I get the following reflection. When I exchange with other seekers and insight designers they look at me like I was the one who belonged on stage.

“Where the fck have you been?”*

I’ve been here.
In rooms like this.
Teaching people like you.

But is that the whole of it, FCK no, my nervous system had just decided otherwise.

And now, I’m stepping fully into the stage of my own life—because I’ve burned the part of me that needed to be asked.

And so I ask once again…….

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What Will You Offer to the Fire?

Here’s your call, dear reader:

• Say yes where you’ve always said no.

• Speak what you were trained to keep quiet.

• Walk into the room before you feel ready.

• Live without the receipts.

• Destroy the archive.

• Celebrate on purpose.

• Refuse to apologize for becoming more.

Write your name on the dotted line of your new self.
Sign the contract with the future you can barely imagine—but deeply deserve.

Let your discomfort be the prayer that invites that self to arrive.

Let the fire remember you.

And then walk through.