The Precision Years
I learned how to hold a room. I didn't yet know how to hold myself.
If you've ever been the one who delivers β the one people count on β you know this: you can be excellent and still be scattered.
Those years were bright. Expansive. Impressive. Record deals offered β all declined. Stages across the country. Collaborations I once dreamed of. And still β something didn't quite land.
The mastery was real β two degrees in opera and acting, international and Billboard songwriting recognition, faculty appointments at the Wisconsin Conservatory and Globe Institute for Sound Healing. Years of training. Years of performing. And still.
But the real lesson was this: when your life-force is aimed at proving, protecting, or pleasing β your gifts don't land. Direction changes everything.
Eventually, life applied pressure. Burnout. Illness. Betrayals that revealed patterns I didn't know I was repeating. Not as punishment β as initiation.
If you're standing at that threshold now β this is where our paths meet.