In the beginning, you were on fire.

You moved fast. You aimed bigger and bigger, and you hit bullseye every time.

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You became the go-to.

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You built something friends, family, and critics told you couldn't be done. Calling you a trailblazer would actually undersell the impact you’ve made.

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Yet, behind the scenes, you're quietly eroding.

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You're ready for your next iteration. You miss the version of yourself who could pivot on a dime, drop something with reverence, and then move on to the next expression.

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You know where you want to go.
But it feels too far from what people know you as.
Too risky. Too disruptive.

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So you stay quiet.

Secretly trapped in a gilded tower your clients would kill to live in.

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The woman who moves without fear of consequence is overpowered by the responsibility of not fucking up the empire you’ve built.

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I’m not here to push you.

I'm here to hold you steady... no abandoning who you are or what you’ve built required.