Dyadic Destiny

I always knew I was more of a "we"person in life

If the other day was about stagnant readiness, today is about something even more inconveniently divine: dyadic destiny.

Yes—destiny, but make it partnered.

Because apparently God decided that my story was not meant to be the “lone wolf who builds an empire on her own grit and trauma.” No. My story is more like, “I’ve trained you for the next phase, but you can’t get through the door without the person who’s holding the key.”

Cute, right? Adorable. Truly precious information to give someone who’s been forced to be independent her entire life.

But here I am.

The more spiritually aligned I become, the clearer it is that everything in my life—my calling, my healing, my motherhood, even my damn birth chart—is wired for partnership. Not codependence. Not desperation. Not “save me.” But dyadic movement.

Two people.
Two keys.
Two energies unlocking one life.

I’ve been trained (against my will, might I add) for “we-thinking.” That’s matriarch energy. Not the soft, pastel Pinterest kind—the real kind. …