Pressure. Extreme pressure. The type of pressure that condenses you and shapes you into something different. The birth of kings. The birth of queens. The birth of something new. There’s fury in this heart of mine right now. There’s this strong pull I can feel tearing at me to go a different direction. I’ve felt this pressure before. I’ve felt this building for some time. I can feel this over my chest, running up through my cheekbones and down the sides of my neck. It’s circulating. It’s begging me to do what I know I can. I am being asked to drastically change my actions…to drop my previous decisions…to let old pieces of me fall away to and usher in something focus, new, driven…