Some weekends don’t pass.
They imprint.
This was one of them.
Not loud. Not linear.
But full of subtle shifts that change everything—quietly, permanently.
I entered a space of rare quality:
A coaching training unlike any other.
Not about strategies or outcomes.
But about presence, truth, and being witnessed in all that I am.
I moved through deep flow states—those sacred moments where time dissolves.
And I met my shadow, too—edges that still sting, patterns that still want soothing.
It was a weekend of paradox:
Of inner clarity and inner friction.
Of remembering and letting go.
Of poetic softness and radical truth.
My poetic soul danced again.
And with it, I rode a wave uniquely mine—
a sensitive, transformative current that didn’t rush to arrive,
but allowed me to feel, to process, to know.
This is the wave I’ve committed to:
Radical Sensitive Leadership.
Not a title.
A way of being.
It means making room for the full range—
for insight and shadow,
for self-honor and self-confrontation,
for intensity and pause.
It means allowing clarity to unfold—not through control,
but through permission.
And yes—while I stand here now, backpack on my shoulders,
feeling the warm stone of the train platform beneath my feet,
I carry both fullness and absence.
Right now, my daughter is performing the lead in her school musical.
And I’m not there.
But I am here.
Rooted. Present.
Ready for what’s next.
This journey is not about balance.
It’s about alignment.
About knowing where your presence is most needed,
and having the courage to honor that—without guilt, without apology.
After this weekend, something in me has settled.
I know what I’m here to build.
I know what I no longer want to spend my life energy on.
And I know that true clarity is always an act of release.
No perfect plan yet.
But a rhythm, a current, a truth.
And that is more than enough.
Because when you ride your wave—your own unique, sensitive wave—
you may not know where it leads.
But you’ll know it’s yours.
And that changes everything.