There was a time when being busy felt like a badge of honor. Full calendars, inboxes overflowing, days of ten to twelve hours of work, all signs that you were doing something right. That you were needed. That you mattered. But lately, something has shifted. If you’re here because you’ve felt a pull toward something…
I remember a morning in Sweden, partway through a solo trip with the dogs last spring, when the map looked more like a question mark than a plan. The evening before, I’d pulled into a quiet patch of pine forest. No cell service, no signal — just wind moving through the trees and the occasional…