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“I feel like I am supposed to be doing something else, but I don’t know what.”
It all started that first fateful pandemic summer. The year was 2020, I had just turned 33, and a voice whispered to me in the depths of a sparkling blue pool set amongst the backdrop of the desert mountains while the wind rustled the palm trees, whispering her secrets, as she always does, on the tailwinds of the petals and leaves whooshing through space and seemingly, time.