Onward.
Towards a life drenched in seasonal rhythm.
What’s the matter, babe?
You’ve barely touched your fiscal years…
At some point on the daily 4:30pm calls I realized the depths of my loneliness.
The truth is I missed the hearth and moss of me.
I needed me.
Fiscal years have calculated stagnant boundaries.
Field and flame hold a different cadence.
What the fiscal years overlook….
Even with the wins - $56million profits, national team expansion, pivoting through all those software systems, protecting and adopting automation…I could no longer deny what we were overlooking:
Burnout masked as success
Power hoarded instead of shared
Leaders with big wild hearts shrinking to fit
Onward, towards a life drenched in seasonal rhythm.
I’m writing a cookbook and building a community for leaders refusing to build another soulless corporate machine.
I drip leadership insights, prompts, and all the nourishing goodness with each New Moon.
It’s a lil messy - as all juicy transitions are. 🌿
