There is a moment inside the cocoon when the caterpillar is neither what it was nor what it will become. It is dissolved, undone, and everything familiar is gone. And yet that is precisely where the miracle begins. No wings ever grew while the creature was still comfortable on the ground. Transformation does not visit the settled. It visits the surrendered. If something inside of you has been whispering that there is more, this is the post you were meant to read today.

If you can’t find 15 minutes to govern your own mind, you aren’t a CEO of you, you are draining your own power and running your life on someone else’s agenda; surely not your own.