Fill in the blank: I feel most alive when _____________
Take a breath.
No, really—pause for a moment and take a long, slow breath.
Now finish this sentence, without thinking too hard:
I feel most alive when ____________.
What came up first?
Was it something small and sacred—like sipping coffee barefoot on your porch in the morning?
Or something wild and electric, like dancing to a famous DJ in disguise with 500 strangers at a tiki bar at Burning Man?
Was it the moment you hit “send” on the resignation letter you knew was coming for years?
Or the one where you turned off your phone for an entire weekend and remembered what your own intuition sounds like?
There’s no wrong answer here.
But there is usually a forgotten one.
Most of us have been taught to prioritize safety over aliveness.
We build perfectly curated lives filled with checkmarks and credentials and reliable patterns.
We get so good at managing and achieving that we forget we’re meant to feel.
To risk.
To create.
To be touched—by beauty, by truth, by one another.
I know because I’ve lived both extremes. I’ve done the grind. Climbed the ladder.
Proved myself in boardrooms and burned myself out trying to outrun that ever-present feeling that it was never enough.
And then, I walked away from it all …
Only to end up hustling again in a new “spiritual” uniform.
Because here’s the deal: you can hustle anywhere.
Even in healing work. Even as a digital nomad. Even in a yoga class.
The turning point for me wasn’t a dramatic breakdown. It was a moment in the sun.
Literally.
It was after I left my job (again), cashed out my savings (again), and found myself in the woods, barefoot, breathing.
That moment didn’t come with fireworks.
It came with clarity.
That the version of me I’d been trying to become through doing …already lived inside me.
And the more I listened to her—through hikes, stillness, wild dancing, meditation, pleasure practices and emotional release—the more my real life started taking shape.
A life built on energetics, not effort.
On intuition, not obligation.
On flow, not force.
Here’s what I know now: Aliveness is your compass.
If something lights you up—even if it “doesn’t make sense”—you owe it your attention.
And if something is draining the soul out of you—even if it looks impressive from the outside—you owe yourself the truth.
So let’s try it again.
Fill in the blank: I feel most alive when ______.
And this time, don’t filter it through what’s realistic.
Let it be delicious. Let it be wildly specific. Let it make you want to cry.
Let it remind you who the fuck you are.
A few prompts to help you play with this:
I feel most alive when I say no and don’t explain.
I feel most alive when I jump in freezing cold water without overthinking it.
I feel most alive when I get goosebumps from my own ideas.
I feel most alive when I’m not performing for anyone.
Write your own. Whisper it to yourself. Share it with a friend.
And if you’re feeling brave, hit reply or DM me. I want to know.
Because the more we speak these truths out loud, the more we remember that we’re not here to just exist.
We’re here to feel. To create. To live—like it actually matters.
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