“When the step is light, the soul is right.”

When you skip to work each morning, there’s more happening than a hurried commute. There’s a certain lightness in your step, a rhythm in your movement that betrays the truth of what lies within. Work, after all, is not just what you do—it is what you are allowed to become. If you catch yourself almost dancing toward it, what does that say? That somewhere deep inside, the work is not an obligation but an extension of your own pulse.