Transformation is beautiful—but it often begins with fire. There was a time I clung to identities: athlete, businesswoman, caregiver. All noble, yet none fully me. I was living for others, performing instead of being.
Then came the fire.
It burned away everything I thought I had to be. And in the ashes, I found someone freer, wiser, and closer to God than ever before.
Letting go doesn’t mean losing yourself. It means shedding what you’re not. The real you—soulful, radiant, divine—emerges only after the release.
Let it burn. You won’t lose your light. You’ll finally see it.