I follow the path of the muse.

She will take you on a journey to your edges.

Guide you in your ‘messy middle.’

You will feel her when you stretch your ambitions.

But something had to give. It required more.

I knew I couldn’t grow something new—or root it deeply—while still clinging to the coat of a woman I no longer was.

She served her season. She carried me far. But to honour what’s next, I had to let her go.

I listened. I could no longer dim the whispers. Avoid the heartbreak.

To the woman who need to hear this 💗

It's a moment to pause and honour our incredible journey and the women who have shaped us.