I have done the breathwork. I have done the somatic sessions. I have sat in a cacao ceremony in a yurt in Glastonbury and cried with twelve strangers while someone played a singing bowl at a frequency that apparently rearranged my DNA.
Then I went home. And someone wanted to know what was for dinner.
Babe. I just had a kundalini awakening in the Tesco car park.
This is the gap nobody talks about. Between who you're becoming and whoever still needs feeding.
The harder thing I've had to sit with: I kept clearing the energy, clearing the space, clearing other people. And the same dynamic kept appearing. Different face. Same feeling.
I have cleared every chakra. I have cleared every man. Turns out I'm the pattern.
We move.
This is actually the most hopeful thing I've ever realised. Because if I'm the pattern, I'm also the solution. The work isn't out there. It never was. Understanding that — in your body not just your head — is the moment things actually start to shift.