A young wild horse, raised in a narrow canyon, had never see...

A young wild horse, raised in a narrow canyon, had never seen open plains. One dawn a storm broke the fence that hemmed her in. She stepped out hesitantly, then felt the wind shift, suddenly she bolted, mane streaming like flame, covering more ground in an hour than in her entire life before. Freedom wasn’t given, it was seized the moment the barrier fell. As we step into this Year of the Fire Horse, what are your big intentions, goals, or new beginnings for 2026? Drop them below, I’d love to hear what fresh paths you’re charging toward. #yearofthefirehorse