20/20 is a fine thing in hindsight.

By conventional measures, I was winning: elite education, thriving career, house, healthy children. I believed I was in control.

But a quiet voice repeated, “If I wake up dead tomorrow, I’ll be very angry. This is not what I came to do.”

The left brain said, “Continue — logic, structure, science.”

The right said only, “Change.” But to what, I didn’t know.

Eventually, I let go — more from exhaustion than courage. I felt lost. For a long time.

Years later, I learnt the term burnout.

What once seemed irrational — mythology, mysticism, shamanism — began to pull at me. I sensed something true beneath the symbols.

Nothing in my formal training prepared me for this. Until neuroscience caught up with ancient knowing. Quantum physics offered explanations for the invisible.

I found a bridge. The right brain’s wisdom — embodied, intuitive, soulful — could meet the left brain’s gifts — disciplined, strategic, precise.

The parts of me that once competed began to collaborate — expanding my capacity and deepening my impact.

And that voice — the one that whispered “Change” — gave me direction to wholeness, in its own stubborn, inarticulate, fierce way.