Infinite.

There is going to be a moment which presents itself to you in your life. You will wake up inside your own bones and suddenly remember exactly who you are. Not who the world said you should be, or the masks you wore to keep the peace, but the raw, tender spark that’s been waiting for you beneath all the noise.

You stand there, unannounced… barefoot in the depth of your own truth, scars, cracks, laughter lines and all… and you feel the weight lift, like dust blown off an old book. You realise then that you were never broken, only buried. And in that rediscovery there is an ache so beautiful, so magnificent and massive it brings you to your knees, because you are able to see it clearly now…your soul is vast, untamed, perfectly imperfect, brimming with potential that has no end and no ceiling.

You are allowed to begin again, again and again… breath is a chance to choose the wildest, most fantastic version of yourself. The one that loves deeper, dreams bigger, stands softer and roars louder than the world would and could ever expect!

May you remember that you are not here to shrink. You are here to expand, in your own way and in your own time, until the truth of you spills out like sunlight through every crack you thought made you less. This is your becoming. This is your homecoming. And it has only just begun.