I wrote recently about expansion—about how it stretches us, about how we can let it feel safe. And yet, as I sit with everything unfolding—the retreats, the podcast episode, the momentum—I feel something unexpected.
I feel wobbly.
Not hesitant. Not resistant. Just… wobbly.
Which is confusing, because I also know: I am ready.
I have waited for this. I have wanted this. And now, as it arrives, my body is recalibrating.
And underneath that recalibration?
There it is. The quiet, familiar voice of every limiting belief I thought I had outgrown.