🌹 The Woman Who Hears You in Her Bones

A call to the one who is longing to come home to her Self.

There is a woman —
out there in the world right now —
who has been searching for something
she cannot name.

Not a strategy.
Not a roadmap.
Not another layer of self-improvement.

What she is searching for
is a frequency.

A voice
that lives where her own resonance lives —
beneath the noise,
beneath the performance,
beneath the identities she has mastered
and now quietly outgrown.

She does not need to be convinced.
She does not need to be taught how to rise.
She rises naturally, instinctively,
the moment she hears something real.

And when she hears it —
she hears it in her bones.

This woman is not looking to become someone new.
She is looking to return to who she really is —
the Self she abandoned
to succeed,
to belong,
to be the version of herself
the world rewarded.

She is powerful,
but tired of performing power.
She is brilliant,
but exhausted from holding up brilliance.
She is successful,
but quietly suffocating inside a life
that no longer feels like hers.

She is standing at a threshold
between identities —
between the life that once fit
and the life that is calling.

And she is no longer interested in
tweaking, fixing, optimizing,
or rearranging herself into another identity
that feels like a costume.

She is ready for the Self.
The real one.
The unconstructed one.
The one she can feel moving beneath the surface
like a tide that refuses to retreat.

This essay is written for her.
For the woman who hears these words — not in her mind,
but in the deepest chambers of her Being.

The woman whose intuition
has been whispering the same thing
over and over:

“Come home to your Self.”

She knows she is a leader —
not because anyone crowned her,
but because she carries a frequency
that rearranges rooms
without saying a word.

She knows she is a creator —
not because she has built something,
but because she cannot stop imagining
what becomes possible
when she finally returns home
to the Self.

And she knows she is ready —
not because she feels prepared,
but because she feels called.

This is the woman I write for.
The woman I walk with.
The woman whose life is already organizing itself
around its next evolution.

If you are that woman —
the one who feels more than she can explain,
who knows more than she can prove,
who senses the threshold
before she ever sees it —

then the threshold will meet you
exactly where you are.

Because you are not meant to reinvent yourself
from identity.
You are meant to remember yourself
from Being.

And when you do —
your leadership recalibrates.
Your energy ignites.
Your voice deepens.
Your entire life reorganizes itself
around the Self you were always designed to Be.

This arc was written for you.
But truly —
it was written because of you.

To the woman who feels this in her bones:

I see you.
I recognize you.
I’ve been waiting for you.

Welcome to the work.
Welcome to the remembering.
Welcome to the next iteration of your life.
Welcome home to your Self.

With love and presence,
🌹 Gitanjali

Leadership & Transformation Coach | Human Design Guide
Founder of Vision. Power. Presence.

If this spoke to you, share it with someone standing at their own threshold.
I write about leadership, identity, and Human Design — where transformation becomes art and reinvention becomes remembrance.

Image Credit: Gitanjali Koppikar, Salt Flats, 2024