I feel a deep sense of power and possibility within myself.

Power gets imagined as scale — big moves, big rooms, decisions with witnesses. Most of the time it looks like a small refusal.

Declining the Sunday call. Saying you'll get back to them tomorrow rather than answering at eleven at night. Ending a conversation that had started going somewhere you didn't want to go. Each of these is minor, and each is an exercise of precisely that word: your life responding to you instead of to whoever asked last.

Possibility sits downstream of it. It's hard to imagine a different future while every hour is already spoken for. Reclaim one hour this week and see what turns up in it.