The sun warms your skin as you sit on your private balcony overlooking the lush Costa Rican jungle.
You take a deep breath, inhaling the sweet, earthy fragrance of tropical flowers, and feel a profound sense of peace and possibility flow through your entire body.
Your phone dings with a Stripe notification—another client paid in full for your highest-ticket offer.
But instead of jumping into over-delivery mode, you simply receive.
Fully. Confidently. Knowing your work is worth every fucking penny.
Later, you step into a circle of brilliant women in an open-air yoga shala.
No armor. No proving. Just presence.
Your body remembers:
You get to be powerful and soft.
Successful and supported.
Visible and safe.
You don’t just feel relaxed.
You feel reclaimed.
This isn’t a just retreat—it’s a return to the version of you who can hold it all.