19/08/2026
What happens when your identity can no longer contain your gifts?
I’ve been thinking about this a lot recently.
For much of my life, I’ve had a strange relationship with my own power.
I’ve felt it.
I’ve known there was something in me.
And at the same time, I’ve found countless ways to explain it away.
I’ve led from behind.
Made space for other people to shine.
Put successes down to luck or circumstance.
Attributed what people experienced with me to the Reiki, the massage, the sound, the meditation, the training…
Anything that allowed me to remain modest.
And there’s nothing wrong with modesty.
But I’m beginning to understand the difference between humility and refusing to acknowledge the evidence of your own life.
Because eventually, there is too much evidence.
People trust me with the things they don’t trust many people with.
They tell me the things they’re frightened to say out loud.
They allow me into deeply vulnerable parts of their lives, their bodies, their relationships, their shadows, their hopes.
People come back.
They recommend people they love.
They ask me to lead.
They ask me to hold spaces.
They tell me they feel different around me.
And for a long time, a part of me still wanted to say…
“Oh, that’s just what happens.”
I don’t I believe that anymore.
Recently, while co-creating and facilitating at Taboo Festival, I felt something shift profoundly in me.
I stood in front of around a hundred ish people.
I spoke.
I led workshops.
I held ceremony.
I tended fire.
I held difficult conversations and beautiful ones.
I helped hold a community alongside my co-creators.
And somewhere in the middle of all of it, I realised…
I’m not waiting to become this woman.
I’m already her.
Perhaps that’s what happens when your identity can no longer contain your gifts.
The old identity doesn’t suddenly become wrong.
She got you here.
The quieter version of me.
The woman who led from behind.
The woman who wanted everyone else to feel comfortable enough to shine.
The woman who was afraid that fully recognising her own power might somehow make her arrogant.
I love her.
I’m not getting rid of her.
But she isn’t the whole of me anymore.
I’m beginning to see that accurate self-recognition isn’t arrogance.
Sometimes it’s simply the moment when you stop arguing with the evidence.
And perhaps that’s what Eagle archetype is beginning to show me.
From the ground, we see isolated moments.
A workshop.
A conversation.
A client transformation.
An invitation.
A recommendation.
Someone trusting us with something precious.
But rise high enough and perhaps we begin to see the pattern.
The whole landscape.
And suddenly the things we’ve been calling coincidences start looking a lot more like who we’ve been all along.
I’m still human.
Still fallible.
Still learning.
Still laughing at myself.
Still changing.
Owning my gifts doesn’t require me to abandon any of that.
Maybe that’s the identity shift I’m experiencing now.
Not becoming bigger.
Becoming big enough inside myself to hold all that I already am.
And I wonder how many other people are standing at that same threshold.
Not needing another qualification.
Not needing someone else’s permission.
Not needing to become more powerful.
Just needing to stop making themselves smaller than the evidence of their own life.
And perhaps that’s why the timing feels right to open my mentoring space to three more people.
People who can feel that something in them has outgrown the life, identity or stories they’ve been living inside …even if they can’t quite see what comes next yet.
I won’t tell you who to become. I’ll help you create enough space to recognise what is already there, and enough hope and courage to begin living it.
If you’re reading this thinking, “I can’t keep living at this size,” message me privately. Let’s talk. 🔥
Angel 🫶
