The Vibe Edit

I sat in the Great Hall of the National Building Museum with my body planted on the ground and my heart somewhere between Washington, D.C. and the lands my ancestors once walked in Ecuador and Nicaragua.

So many voices have been whispering and shouting, “I believe in you.” Those words have become a bridge—carrying me from vision into reality, and inviting our community to cross the threshold with me.

What if your next level isn’t about doing more, but becoming more present? A new reflection on solopreneur life, rituals, and learning to listen.

I’ve been thinking a lot about how rest has shown up in my own life—not just as a tool for recovery, but as a practice of return. A way to reconnect with my body. With Spirit. With the rhythms that capitalism would have us forget.