She walks barefoot

So many of you have asked me — when I said I was closing the studio — why?

And every time I hear that question, I feel something rise in my chest.
Is it anger? Irritation?
Maybe.

But that reaction… is exactly the reason why.

No one really knows how much you give when you’re a teacher. When you’re a healer.
The emotional labor. The energetic holding. The invisible tending.

I came to a place where I gave too much.
And slowly, subtly, it put me in a box. It trapped me.

Now that I’m out, I can see clearly:
I want freedom.
I choose life for myself.

Do I regret the years of having the studio?
No. I honor that path of fire.
I honor the people. The stories. The sacred moments I was invited into.
That chapter means everything to me.

And this… is a new time.

This is me breaking the old pattern of over-giving.

Now I have time to dance.
To sing.
To actually want to be with my friends because I’m not socially maxed out.

I will come back — but in a new way.
In contained spaces. In intentional windows.
Where I can give fully… and then step away, refill, and return whole.

People also say, “You’re lucky you can do this.”

Lucky?

Luck sounds random.
This isn’t luck.
This is choice.

I choose a different path.
I choose a different life.

“Where will the money come from?”

I have no fucking idea.

But the universe finally got me to stop.
She said, Pause. Listen. Practice. See what’s next.

What was next?
A road trip to the Oregon coast with a dear friend.
Breath. Space. Silence.

What comes next after that?
I’m still watching it unfold.

But I know this:
When I give now, it will be clean.
It will be contained.
It will not cost me my body.

And maybe you’re different than me.
Maybe you truly can give and give and give endlessly.

But if your body is breaking down…
If you’re sick, exhausted, depressed, anxious, angry…

Those are not weaknesses.
Those are signals.

Something is out of balance.

Trust the pause.
Trust that if you leap, you’ll be held.
There is a parachute. There is another way.

It can be terrifying.
Fear is part of life.
Facing it is part of life.

Doubt doesn’t mean stop.
Sometimes doubt is the doorway that reveals what is true.

I keep hearing this whisper:

You have a map in your heart.

And that map leads to your life.
To your happiness.
To your truth.

Follow it.


In Light,
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Misty