I spent years on the road as a professional dancer ... living out a dream, performing around the world, and collecting passport stamps most only imagine. And while I loved the art, the travel, and the stages, I was constantly depleted. I was always on someone else’s timeline, meeting others’ expectations of where to be, how to look, and how to feel. I was celebrated for my performance but slowly losing touch with myself. Far from home and the roots that grounded me, I began to realize I was missing the things that truly matter. My line in the sand was this: I no longer wanted to just work to live. Even doing something I loved deeply. I wanted to feel deeply ALIVE ... in my body, in my choices, and in my truth. I realized I couldn’t keep betraying my body and silencing my truth just to keep others comfortable. That moment cracked me open and I chose to begin again, on my terms.