Soul Legacy Letter
Somewhere between countries, careers, and carefully held plans, I started waking up. Not in the loud way. Not with fireworks or declarations. But with a quiet breath, a turning inward. A whisper that said: You’re not here just to survive. I used to dream of becoming an artist — someone who lived through colour and story. But what I crave now is clarity. Presence. Influence. I want to lead. I want to sit at the table where decisions are made and bring light into places that forgot how to listen. I want to use my intelligence out loud. When I picture my daughter grown, I hope she remembers more than how I worked. I hope she remembers how I showed up. How I made her laugh. How we chased tulips and crossed borders and sang in the car. I hope she tells her children that their grandma always had cake, and the right words at the right time. That she was strong, but never unreachable. That she made a home out of love, not things. I come alive in rooms where ideas flow, where people lean in. I ...