When was the last time you allowed yourself to dream? Like, really dream—not, this-is-what-I-can-see-as-happening dreaming. I’m talking about the kind of dreaming that’s free from any form of resistance. The kind of dreaming that goes beyond what the mind can predict. The kind of dreaming that brings you face to face with a vision you didn’t know existed. When was the last time you played a game with possibility? A game where you call out your deepest desires; where the only rules are: What would you create with your life if you knew you could not fail and you had no fear? When I play this game with my people...

At the beginning of the year, I set an intention to run another half marathon in May. I created a plan and started to train, but by March, it became clear that my body was not up for the task. The training was too rigorous, too soon. And so, knowing better than to ignore my body’s protests, I hatched a new plan: I would master the three mile loop that stretched behind my house and once I could run that with ease, I would increase the mileage. Forwarding through the summer months, I followed my plan consistently—I’d set off early into the fresh morning, feet pounding the golden pavement as...