What if you used a comma where the world insists on a period?
What if your goals weren’t endpoints, but invitations?
What if your offers left room for the Universe to whisper back?
In this gently rebellious piece, I explore the sacred art of open loops, why the best things aren’t always planned, how clarity can sometimes be control in beige lipstick,
and why leaving the door ajar might be the most strategic move of all.
This isn’t just about business.
It’s about breath.
About letting possibility stretch its limbs in your work, your writing, your relationships.
A ritual of softening.
A refusal to collapse mystery into certainty.
An ode to the unfinished sentence.
Let the miracle find its way in.
