As long as I can remember, it felt like I was too big of a piece for others to meet. So I squeezed myself smaller. I left myself again and again so others could feel comfortable around me—so they wouldn’t notice that I spoke another language. The language of the soul. Bcs when I let her through, they got scared, or wanted to drown in me for answers. It felt like that voice was not welcome here in this life. So I left her, to live the life they told me was right, without her, without my voice. But it never felt right, I never felt whole without her. Growing up I also knew I was meant for more—for bigger, for better. So I chased it. Started an online business. Chased it. Became a leader. Earned a lot of money. Spoke on stages. Traveled the world. "Surround yourself with people that have your dreamlife" they said, so I did. All I could see was people doing the discipline, the morning routines, living the "dream life". I had all these things I was told: "if you have this you have won in life". But still—something was missing. Because we were all still chasing. No one was living. My soul was screaming, and one day it was too loud to still ignore, without understanding why, without having a reason to: I quit everything. Left my income, my team, my life behind and flew to Asia. Sat on a beach. And there in the silence it all came back to me. I started to hear her again. My missing piece, my inner voice. Realizations about: It was never about WHAT I did—it was HOW I did it. Nothing mattered if it was done without her, my soul, nothing mattered if it wasn't done from wholeness. The silence and stillness on the beach showed me that no money can buy your most authentic self, your creation, your expression. There, I reclaimed my power. Realizing it was me leaving me. no one else. It was me CHOOSING to squeeze smaller. I took responsibility. I said, no more. I am the creator. I don't survive anymore. Now, I’m learning to walk as the new me—the whole me. Choosing my voice again, my creativity, my light and my darkness. The light still scares me, but that’s okay. I hold myself through it. Embodying this beautiful authentic love that I am carrying. Listening to her speaking to me everyday. Holding my inner child in the hand as I am creating her dream life from a place of wholeness. Loving the journey.