For a long time, I chased versions of success that looked good from the outside but felt hollow on the inside. I learned how to stay busy, stay impressive, and stay ahead of discomfort, without ever asking whether the life I was building actually fit me. Eventually the cost became clear. Exhaustion, cynicism, a quiet sense of disconnection from myself. What changed wasn’t quitting everything, but questioning the assumptions I had inherited about what it means to be successful in the first place. Now I offer space for people who are quietly done with grind culture, constant striving, or lives that no longer feel like their own. Not to create a new five-year plan, but to slow down enough to listen for what actually matters.