The Spark

Purpose doesn’t grow from inspiration alone. It grows when life brings you back to your roots and asks you to build from the inside out. By 2006, the spark that first lit inside me had become something deeper, heavier, and far more sacred. What began as an observation in 2004 — that leaders were running themselves into the ground — had been tugging at me quietly. But this year, it didn’t tug anymore. It planted itself.It rooted. Purpose stopped being an idea in my mind.It

The moment that changed everything was small enough to miss — and powerful enough to reroute my entire life. Some years don’t begin with fireworks or resolutions. Some years begin with a quiet ache. A whisper you can’t quite name. A truth forming beneath the surface, waiting for you to finally notice it. 2004 was that year for me. I found myself . . .