M Y S T O R Y
I was self-aware.
And completely stuck.
For years I could describe my patterns with precision. I understood where they came from, what triggered them, why they persisted. And I kept repeating them anyway.
I searched for myself in other people's expectations, in roles I'd never chosen, in trying to fit an idea of myself that was never really mine. I was good at understanding. I was not good at changing.
The shift came from one decision — quiet, but total: I am my own reference point. Not my relationships. Not my reputation. Not what anyone else needed me to be.
That decision sounds simple. Living it took years. And everything I discovered in that process became this method.