Under The Whip

Disclaimer: Although they admitted to violating the rules before becoming owners, it doesn't change my view on this space or its potential leadership. The fact that the violation was laughed off when mentioned only reinforces my lack of trust in the current leadership that's taken charge.

I don't believe these individuals are bad people. Everyone makes mistakes, and that's completely understandable. However, even though they acknowledged violating the rules before becoming owners, it does leave me feeling uncertain about the current leadership. It will take a lot of effort and commitment to rebuild trust and show that this space is worth visiting again in the future.

Play spaces are supposed to be a refuge. A place where everyone can feel safe, respected, and supported. These spaces are built on trust, where the rules are in place to protect that sense of security for everyone involved. When someone violates those rules, it is not just a minor infraction. It is a betrayal of the trust that keeps the space safe.

Recently, I’ve found myself deeply disturbed by a situation that unfolded in one such space, especially given the events of the past few months. A space that should’ve been a safe haven for all has now been tainted by the actions of those in charge. As someone who values safety and respect, the fact that a new owner, someone who was supposed to restore trust, has publicly admitted to violating the very rules meant to protect that trust is not just unsettling, it is disgusting.

The idea of a leader openly talking about breaking the rules is beyond disappointing. It sends the message that the very foundation of safety and respect in this space is not taken seriously. If you can’t follow the rules yourself, how can anyone trust you to lead others in doing the same? It leaves me questioning the future of this space, especially when it is supposed to be a place where only safe and responsible people are allowed to thrive.

This isn’t just about a single mistake or a minor slip up. It’ is about leadership, accountability, and the integrity of a space that so many rely on. The fact that the rules were violated by those entrusted to maintain them speaks volumes about their commitment to the safety and wellbeing of everyone in that space. Frankly, it doesn’t inspire confidence in their ability to lead. How can we be sure this won’t happen again?

Safe spaces are only safe when we all respect the rules, from the newest member to the person at the top. Violating those rules isn’t a laughing matter. It is a serious breach that has lasting consequences. If the leadership in a space can’t uphold those rules, then it is time to rethink whether it is truly a place where we can all feel safe to be ourselves.

This is why I refuse to return to that space, now or in the future. I do not see change. I just see a different coat of paint.

If you could live during any period in history, when would it be and why?

If I could choose to live in any period in history, my heart would strongly lead me to the Victorian Age, the Regency Era, or even the Gilded Age. There’s an undeniable allure in these historical timeframes that captures my imagination and evokes a sense of longing for a simpler, yet surprisingly complex way of life.

The Victorian Age, stretching from 1837 to 1901, is often regarded as a time of strict social mores, but it also burgeoned with art, literature, and significant societal change. I find beauty in the elaborate fashion of the time, flowing dresses, cravats, and top hats. A visual feast that contributes to the romanticism of the period. Beyond aesthetic values, I admire the notion of chivalry that prevailed. During this time, men were expected to court women with a sense of decorum and respect that seems almost archaic by today’s standards. The carefully crafted gestures of courtship, from love letters to evening strolls under the gas lit streets, would be an enchanting experience, steeped in romance.

The Regency Era, which preceded the Victorian Age, is another fascinating time I would love to enter. This period celebrated themes of romance and societal transformation, encapsulated in the works of authors such as Jane Austen. Imagine attending grand balls, adorned in the soft silks of the time, immersing myself in spirited conversations about literature, music, and the arts. There’s a particular charm in the subtleties of relationships and the societal dances that played out in ballrooms. The focus on polite society and the gentle art of conversation would be a dream, allowing me to express my femininity free from the pressures of modern expectations.

Then there’s the Gilded Age, a period marked by rapid industrial advancement and notable cultural shifts in America during the late 19th century. This era brought forth new wealth, lavish lifestyles, and bold artistic expressions. The extravagant parties and the intricate social hierarchy are fascinating to me. I would relish the opportunity to don stunning gowns and converse with the leading minds of the time, innovators, artists, and thinkers who shaped the future. The spirit of ambition, compared against the allure of sophisticated gatherings, seems electrifying. I yearn for the chance to witness how accumulated wealth influenced societal values and interpersonal dynamics.

Living in these eras would grant me the freedom to embrace my femininity in a new light. The expectations of women during these periods were vastly different from today. I could indulge in the delicate balance of being a nurturing wife, a confidante, and a social participant without the weight of modern responsibilities. There’s something comforting about the simplicity of that existence. Devoting oneself to family, engaging in the community, and experiencing the world through a lens of curiosity and delicacy.

My wish to live in the Victorian Age, Regency Era, or Gilded Age stems from a deep appreciation for the romance, societal dynamics, and aesthetic beauty of these times. I believe these periods encapsulate an essence of life that many modern conveniences obscure, making them a captivating choice for my dream of stepping back into history.

Where would you have rather lived? Is that world a reality from the past, or is it a fantasy book world?

What do you think is the meaning or purpose of art?

Art in my opinion, transcends the simple brushstroke or note played. It is an essential part of life, akin to oxygen. The meaning of art cannot be confined to mere aesthetics or technique. Rather it embodies a fundamental essence of what it means to be human. For me, art is everything. It infuses life with beauty, ignites personal expression, and carries the power to highlight the pressing issues of our time.

From an early age, I found solace in the world of art. Whether it was a stunning painting in a museum, a captivating novel, or an impactful piece of music, each form of art spoke to me in a unique language. Art allows us to explore feelings and thoughts that words often fail to capture. It acts as a mirror, reflecting our experiences, desires, and struggles back to us. Enabling a deeper understanding of ourselves and those around us. Through brushstrokes, melodies, and the written word, we can express emotions that run deeper than what is often articulated.

Art also serves as a critical lens through which we can examine societal issues. It can convey messages of hope, despair, injustice, and resilience. Artists have a unique role in provoking thought and sparking conversations that might be uncomfortable or neglected in mainstream discourse. By portraying the complexities of human experience, art allows us to confront reality. To see the world not just as it is, but as it could be. Through powerful imagery, poignant lyrics, or evocative performances, artists challenge us to think critically about current events, social justice, and our responsibility as global citizens.

I believe art is a catalyst for change. It invites dialogue and fosters empathy. For instance, consider a thought provoking documentary or a powerful photograph that sheds light on social issues. It has the ability to awaken our consciousness, making us aware of suffering or beauty we may not have noticed otherwise. One striking piece of art can move us to advocate for change, to care deeply for causes we might have otherwise overlooked.

Art also provides personal refuge and rejuvenation. A sanctuary in our chaotic world. It is in the act of creating, whether through painting, writing, or playing an instrument, that I find my breath returning. The process of expressing oneself artistically is therapeutic, allowing for release and healing. It is powerful to set aside the noise of daily life and engage in a form of communication that feels true and unfiltered.

For me, art is not just a pastime or a luxury. It is a vital component of existence. It enriches our lives with beauty and meaning, fosters understanding across diverse perspectives, and encourages us to take action towards a better world. Living without art would feel like an existence deprived of one of the most essential elements that give life color and depth. Art is everywhere, and it breathes life into our world, reminding us of our shared humanity and the universal experiences that connect us all.

What is art for you? Do you enjoy it? Do you find meaning in art?

Let us be clear, ownership in a consensual, respectful dynamic is about control, trust, and intimacy. It is not just about asserting power, but about creating an environment where your submissive feels cherished, seen, and fully in tune with your Dominance. 

Set Clear Boundaries (And Stick To Them)

Why it works: Dominance starts with clarity. Establishing what is acceptable and what is not not. Only builds trust, it sets a thrilling foundation for your dynamic. Clear boundaries mean you both know what to expect, and there’s something undeniably powerful about that certainty.

Create Rituals for Your Slave

Why it works: Rituals give your submissive a sense of structure and purpose. Whether it is a set of morning commands or a nightly routine, these actions remind them they are yours, and that you’re a force to be reckoned with. There's something about ritualistic repetition that builds anticipation.

Use Their Name... Carefully

Why it works: Names are powerful. When you say their name, especially in a commanding tone, it carries weight. But when you choose to only address them with certain titles, like “pet,” “slave,” or a name you've picked together. It heightens their sense of submission and ownership.

Praise Them for Their Submission

Why it works: Slaves thrive on positive reinforcement. When they’ve given themselves to you in an intimate, vulnerable way, show them just how much that means. Compliment their obedience, and watch their confidence grow under your gaze. It is a thrilling affirmation of their place.

Be Consistently Firm,, But With a Smile

Why it works: There is something intoxicating about gentle Dominance. By being firm yet warm, you remind them of your control without ever needing to raise your voice. That balance of assertiveness paired with a playful smirk is a dynamic all its own.

Incorporate Subtle Control in Everyday Interactions

Why it works: Ownership doesn’t have to be all consuming to be effective. From deciding where to eat to subtly guiding them through the day. Control can live in the little things. When you make them follow your lead in small moments, you’re reinforcing your Dominance in a quiet, sexy way.

Make Decisions for Them

Why it works: Taking away the burden of choice can be a huge act of submission. Pick their outfit, plan their day, or even choose their dinner. When they’re forced to trust your judgment, you take another step in asserting ownership. Bonus points if you throw in a little unexpected surprise. They’ll feel cared for and controlled.

Enforce Physical Touch (Even If It’s Subtle)

Why it works: A light, commanding touch, whether it is a firm hand on their back, a gentle tap on the cheek, or guiding them with a hand on their wrist. Instantly reinforces your position. Physical control in this way reminds them that you are always in charge, even when you’re not directly speaking.

Play with Punishments and Rewards

Why it works: The psychology of pleasure and pain can deepen the bond between a Dominant and a submissive. Rewarding good behavior with praise, a treat, or something special shows them the value of obedience. Punishments (always negotiated) reinforce your control and keep things exciting. The tension between reward and consequence is magnetic.

Respect Their Limits, But Push Them Gently

Why it works: Ownership means knowing where your slave's limits lie, but also knowing how to push them in a way that excites and challenges. That doesn’t mean going too far. It is about knowing the boundaries and testing them playfully to see how far you can go within those lines. You make them feel owned by understanding them fully, physically, emotionally, and mentally. However, this does not give you consent to violate their hard limits.

Owning your slave is an art form. It is about balance. Finding that perfect mix of control, respect, and intimacy. By establishing your Dominance in both overt and subtle ways, you'll cultivate a relationship built on trust, satisfaction, and undeniable chemistry. The key? Always make sure your slave feels seen, desired, and, above all, safe in your control. After all, ownership thrives on mutual respect.

How do you deal with regret and forgive yourself for mistakes?

Regret can be a heavy burden to carry, often clouding our present and hindering future growth. However, I’ve come to realize that living life with regret isn’t necessary. Instead of dwelling on past decisions, I've adopted a mindset that allows me to embrace my choices, understand their consequences, and move forward with clarity. Here's how I approach regret and self forgiveness in my life.

I believe in owning my choices at all times. This means I take full responsibility for my actions, whether they lead to success or to outcomes that I wish could be different. This ownership is empowering rather than debilitating. Yes, there are moments when I might feel upset over a decision that didn’t pan out as I had hoped. However, I try to remind myself that it is perfectly human to make mistakes. Rather than letting regret consume my thoughts, I acknowledge my feelings, and then I push myself to shift my focus onto what lies ahead.

When I stumble and make a mistake, my first step is to hold myself accountable. Accountability is vital. It creates a foundation for growth and personal integrity. No one is perfect, and I certainly don’t expect myself to be. Instead of running from my errors, I confront them head on. This means analyzing what went wrong, understanding why I made that choice, and recognizing what I could have done differently.

I often reflect on my experiences as valuable lessons instead of failures. If I mishandled a relationship or made a poor choice in my career, I don't allow those instances to define me. Instead, I ask myself critical questions. What can I learn from this? What changes can I implement to avoid repeating it? This reflective practice is not about punishing myself. It is about cultivation, growing from my experiences to become a better version of myself.

If there is an opportunity to make amends, I take it. Sometimes, a heartfelt apology can mend broken bridges, while at other times, it might mean simply offering forgiveness to myself for whatever transgressions I’ve committed. The key is to recognize when I can act and when it is best to let go. By making amends when possible, I feel a sense of closure. Not only for myself but also for those affected by my actions. This can be a powerful aspect of the healing process.

I prioritize my continuous education and self improvement. If I acknowledge a mistake I’ve made, I often seek out knowledge or skills that will help me navigate similar situations better in the future. This could be through reading, attending workshops, or simply having deep conversations with people I respect. This pursuit of growth ensures that I am always evolving and better prepared to face challenges head on.

Forgiving myself for past mistakes becomes easier when I view them as stepping stones rather than stumbling blocks. I’ve learned that life is a journey filled with various twists and turns. Embracing this journey, with its inherent imperfections, enables me to live authentically and fully, free from the shackles of regret. Each day offers a new chance to learn and grow, and that is what inspires me to keep moving forward.

How do you deal with regret and forgive yourself for mistakes?

What does love mean to you, and how do you know when you've found it?

Love is a concept that's both elusive and intriguing, especially considering my personal experiences. In my life, the notion of love isn’t straightforward. I’ve been diagnosed as a sociopath, which means my emotional landscape is quite different from what many people might consider “normal.” I don’t experience feelings like empathy or compassion in the way most people do, yet I still grapple with the idea of love and what it means to me.

When I reflect on love, I recognize that my understanding is somewhat abstract. For me, love manifests in the desire to protect those I care about. The definition I’ve constructed revolves around the idea that if I don’t want to harm someone, it could mean that I love them. This might sound simplistic or even skewed, but it is where I find myself. I may not feel the warm rush of affection or the deep emotional connection that others easily recognize as love, yet I pursue the idea nonetheless.

I often find solace and inspiration in stories of love. Movies, books, and songs about romance fascinate me. Through these narratives, I become an observer of human emotions, captivated by the depths of connection that others experience. It is almost as if I am a student of love, trying to unlock a mystery that seems to elude me. The characters in these stories express feelings that seem so rich and meaningful that I can’t help but wish to experience something similar. A longing for an emotion that would make sense of my existence in relation to others.

What strikes me the most is how love manifests in various forms: familial, platonic, romantic, and self love. Each type seems to carry its weight and significance, yet I often wonder if I fully comprehend these nuances. While I can acknowledge the different layers of love, I can't completely wrap my head around the overarching emotion. I yearn to feel that surge of connection that binds people together, making their experiences richer and more meaningful.

It is through interactions with people that I seek to understand love better. When I see someone who genuinely cares for others, I am intrigued by the way they interact, support, and uplift those around them. I often observe how happiness can stem from simple gestures. Like a touch, a smile, or a kind word. Watching the warmth of human relationships gives me hope that love is a possibility I can discover, even in my own unique way.

I often reflect on how you know when you’ve found love. While I can’t claim to have any firsthand experience, I believe it might be about feeling an emotional bond, a sense of profound connection and commitment to someone’s well being. Love could be sensing that tug when they are hurt or celebrating their joys as if they were your own. Though I yearn for such feelings, I recognize that my interpretation is simply a way to navigate a world where love is the guiding force for many.

Love remains a complex and elusive emotion for me. I may not fully grasp it, but I appreciate its importance in the human experience. For now, I will continue to explore love through the stories I cherish, hoping that one day I might truly understand what it means to love and to be loved in return.

What do you think about love? Do you understand it? Do you feel it? Have you ever been in love?

What's something you've always wanted to do but have been too scared to try?

Throughout my journey of self discovery and exploration in the realm of BDSM and kink, I’ve often been confronted with the compelling question: what’s something I’ve always wanted to do but have been too scared to try? The answer is Needle Play.

Needle play, in its essence, is an intricate dance of sensation and artistry. It involves the use of needles on the skin, creating an experience that can be both visually stunning and deeply intimate. The thought of it combines beauty and a profound sense of vulnerability. Despite my interest, the terror it invokes in me has kept it firmly in the realm of a hard limit.

It is ironic, really. I’ve always been fascinated by the aesthetics of needle play. The way it marks the skin, the artistry of placement, and the expression it allows both the giver and the receiver to explore. I find it to be a beautiful fusion of pain, trust, and creativity. However, my fear of needles has been a significant barrier that I can’t seem to overcome. Each time I think about the possibilities, my heart races, and that tightening feeling in my stomach reminds me of my phobia.

Interestingly, my Master Calvin has expressed interest in exploring needle play as well. This shared curiosity creates a sense of desire within me. What if this is an experience that could bring us even closer? The idea of being able to bond over something so intense and vulnerable is enticing, yet the thought of needles makes me freeze. It is a daunting dichotomy between desire and fear.

I’ve tried to rationalize my fear On one hand, I understand that the needles are sterile and safety can be prioritized. On the other, my mind races with images of pain, and the sheer sight of needles sends shivers down my spine. I’ve always been the type of person who shies away from needles or piercings. Which is a stark contrast to the thrill seeking nature often associated with BDSM. I want to embrace the full spectrum of my sexuality, but my anxiety feels like an insurmountable wall.

I've been contemplating what it might take to overcome this fear. Would it help to educate myself more about the practice? Perhaps attending workshops or observing others participating in needle play could provide a sense of comfort and understanding. Maybe I could even ease into it? Starting with smaller needles, or even using props to simulate the experience without the immediate fear that comes with actual needles.

The journey into needle play is about more than just the act itself. It is about trust, trusting in myself, my body, and in the connection I share with Calvin. Perhaps this fear is simply a challenge to face, a stepping stone towards deeper intimacy and a greater understanding of my desires.

So, while the thought of needle play terrifies me, it also remains a tantalizing goal. With time, patience, and a supportive partner by my side, maybe I can find a way to embrace the beauty of this experience and transform.

What do you want to try?

In what ways do you think you've grown in the past year?

Reflecting on the past year, I realize that growth often comes from the most unexpected places. Life is filled with challenges that can either weigh us down or motivate us to rise. This past year has been a journey of patience, communication, and deeper connections within my TPE dynamic with my Masters.

One of the most significant aspects of my growth has been in my patience. Learning to be patient, both with myself and with others, has been a profound change. Previously I would often find myself growing frustrated when things did not unfold according to my expectations. However, over this past year, I have learned to embrace the process and trust the journey. I still have bad days as well. Patience is not just about waiting. It is about how I approach those moments of waiting. I’ve worked hard to cultivate a mindset where I see challenges as opportunities rather than obstacles, and this alteration in perspective has made a world of difference in my daily interactions.

In addition to building my patience, I’ve become more adept at communicating my thoughts and feelings. I struggled with articulating what I was experiencing, often bottling it up until it became overwhelming. However, I’ve started opening up more about my issues and vulnerabilities. By sharing my experiences instead of keeping them locked away, I’ve noticed not only a shift in my emotional well being but also a strengthening of my relationships. Communication is a two way street. As I’ve learned to express myself better, I’ve created a safe space for my Masters to share their thoughts as well, fostering a deeper understanding between us.

Settling more into my TPE dynamic with my Masters has been another area of growth that I am particularly proud of. Balancing submission and personal autonomy can be challenging, but I feel like I’ve found a balance. This past year I've embraced the trust that comes with our dynamic. I’ve leaned into my role and learned to accept the power exchange with grace and confidence. There’s a beauty in surrendering to the expectations and responsibilities that come with such a relationship. I’ve noticed that my comfort level has dramatically increased over time.

I’ve actively sought to focus on the positive aspects of my relationship with my Masters instead of the negative. Naturally, any relationship, especially one built on power dynamics, can have its strains and stresses. Yet honing in on the good has transformed my outlook. When I shift my focus, my overall experience becomes much more fulfilling. I find joy in serving them and in the little things that make our relationship unique.

My commitment to proactive service has become a cornerstone of my growth this year. By stepping up and taking initiative in fulfilling their needs, I’ve developed a deeper sense of purpose. Proactive service not only strengthens our dynamic but also brings me a sense of fulfillment that is hard to articulate.

In looking back, I see that I have grown to be more patient,(even if it is just a little bit), communicative, and open, and I have embraced the beauty of my dynamic with my Masters. Each of these elements has contributed to a year filled with personal development, and I am excited to continue this journey in the years to come.

How did you grow this year?

What has been your biggest challenge, and how did you overcome it?

When I reflect on my journey towards embracing polyamory, I can’t help but think back to the tumultuous emotions I faced as I transitioned from a monogamous relationship style. Monogamy was my comfort zone, a defined space where my worth was intertwined with being someone’s one and only. When the idea of exploring polyamory entered my mind, I was met with a whirlwind of emotions. Chief among them being self doubt and insecurity.

Initially the shift felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down into the vast unknown. I had spent years believing that love could only exist fully between two people. The thought of sharing affection, attention, and time with others sent shivers down my spine. The fear that I wouldn’t be wanted or needed anymore bubbled to the surface, clouding my vision of what love could be. It felt as though my value in a relationship was tethered solely to monogamous expectations.

At first I wrestled with jealousy. Watching my partner connect with someone else stirred feelings of inadequacy. “What if they like them more than me?” echoed in the back of my mind. These feelings were suffocating, leading to sleepless nights and anxious days. But rather than allowing myself to spiral into despair, I recognized that this was a pivotal moment in my life, a chance for growth. The only way to confront this anxiety was to take a step back and face it head on.

I started by communicating my feelings more clearly. This was challenging at first, as I had grown accustomed to bottling emotions up. However, I learned that honesty is the cornerstone of any relationship, especially one that includes multiple partnerships. I sat down with my partners and opened up about my fears and insecurities. To my surprise, they were incredibly understanding. This clarity bred reassurance, allowing me to recognize that our relationship remained strong and secure even as we explored new dynamics.

Setting boundaries became my next essential step. I realized that open communication wasn’t just about expressing my feelings. It also meant understanding and depicting what was acceptable for me and our relationship. Together, we established boundaries that felt nurturing, setting the stage for a healthier exploration into polyamory. These boundaries were not only protective but also empowering, as they gave me a sense of control during a time of vulnerability.

As time passed I learned to lean on self reassurance, reminding myself of my worth. I discovered that love is not a diminishing resource. It expands creating new connections rather than depleting the old ones. With each conversation about feelings, each boundary set, and each moment of vulnerability shared, I began to shed the self doubt that had plagued me for so long.

Overcoming the challenges of transitioning from monogamy to polyamory wasn’t an overnight process. It was a gradual journey filled with tears, sometimes arguments, laughter, and profound personal discovery. By embracing open dialogue, setting boundaries, and seeking reassurance, I found not only a way to thrive in polyamory but also a deeper understanding of my own worth. In the end this journey has taught me that love in all its forms is an infinite tapestry, woven together by the threads of understanding, trust, and communication.

Open up and tell me all about your biggest challenge. How did you defeat it?

What's a belief you once held strongly that you've since changed your mind about?

TLDR: It is not my responsibility to remind my Masters. I once believed it was my duty as their slave, but in truth, they never asked for such an act of service.

For a long time I held a belief that reminding my Masters of their responsibilities, appointments, calendar events, bills, and even grocery lists. Was an essential part of my role. I viewed this behavior as an act of service, an expression of my devotion. In my mind, the more attentive I was to their needs, the better submissive I would be. However, this belief has shifted dramatically, and I can confidently say that the transition has been both enlightening and pivotal in my dynamic with them.

Initially my incessant reminders came from a genuine desire to support my Masters. I felt a sense of pride in how well I anticipated their needs. If they asked for help managing their schedules, I believed it was my duty to ensure nothing slipped through the cracks. I was the one keeping everything organized, and I thought that made me an exceptional slave. I derived a sense of identity and value from this role, but I soon discovered it was not as admirable as I had thought.

When friends in the M/s community observed my dynamic, they provided me with an unexpected piece of advice. I needed to stop reminding my Masters of everything, especially things they had not specifically asked me to take charge of. Their insight was a revelation. I was not only overstepping my boundaries, but I was also inadvertently undermining my Masters’ autonomy. By constantly playing the role of the champion of reminders, I was mothering them rather than serving them, and in the process, I was limiting their growth as Dominants.

This perspective shift was not easy at first. Letting go of my reminders felt counterintuitive to my caregiving nature. I worried I would be seen as neglectful or uninterested in their well being. However, as I began to implement this change, an unexpected sense of relief washed over me. As my reminders faded, I found space to embrace my identity as a slave in a new and refreshing way.

With the removal of my constant reminders, my Masters began to take more responsibility for their own schedules and tasks. I watched as they confidently navigated their lives without my input, and I realized how crucial this was for their development. They stumbled, they forgot things, and they faced challenges. All of which are essential components of personal growth. Instead of being the safety net, I now allowed them room for failure and success, serving to empower them instead of coddling them.

As I have embraced this new belief, I feel more connected to my slave role than ever before. No longer burdened by the need to remind my Masters. I find joy in fulfilling my duties where asked and focusing on the aspects of submission that align with their commands. This evolution has not only strengthened our dynamic but has also cultivated a healthier relationship built on mutual respect and growth.

In hindsight, shifting my belief from enabling dependency to fostering independence has transformed my understanding of service. It is indeed empowering to step back and let my Masters grow. I’ve learned that true service involves supporting their journey rather than controlling the outcomes. A realization that has deepened the bonds of our relationship and allowed me to thrive in my role.

So what is a belief you had that shifted and changed the way you think?