36

This week, I turned 36.

And I don’t even know how to fully explain it…

I’m exhausted as shit.

And I’ve never felt more alive.

One thing I recognize more every year

is just how much of a blessing it is to exist at all.

It’s kind of insane.

Life is so beautiful.

There’s a place I feel like I’m in right now

where I’m completely content…

and also feel like I’m just getting started.

There’s so much to build.

So much to become.

So much to give

to my family,

to my work,

to others.

And the best part…

it’s all possible.

Not in a hopeful way…

in a this is already unfolding kind of way.

Like I’ve seen it before it’s happened.

The signs.

The shifts.

The season we’re in.

The opportunities. The moves.

Inguz came to me.

Seeds planted. Internal growth before anything external.

And then little moments you don’t ignore.

Last week… a tombstone with my birthday on it.

A quiet reminder.

Death and rebirth.

Not of everything…

just of a version of me that doesn’t come with me into what’s next.

And I’m good with that.

Because I can feel it.

Faith in motion.

No hesitation.

The kind that already knows:

You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

#RelentlessPursuit