Or when music poured through you, before you even had the language to describe it? Maybe poetry, writing, dancing or acting. A free flow of creativity as you followed your passion . . .

When creating was as natural as breathing!

Or maybe…

You’ve not experienced such things yet, but always suspected that kind of freedom was possible - that there’s a wellspring in you, just waiting?

A deeper way of creating, feeling, living — just out of reach. You’ve felt the ache of it, even if you’ve never had the map.

But somewhere along the way, things got complicated. Rules crept in. Expectations piled up.

That quiet voice began to whisper:

"You can’t just do it your own way. You need credentials. You need permission."

And so, the fire dimmed.

Or never quite caught.

But here’s the thing:

It’s still there.

Smouldering.

Waiting.

Ready.