The edges of growth

This morning I took our walk with Bo.

The sun had just come up over Ibiza. The air was still. No phone. Just paws on gravel. My breath. The rhythm of the walk.

And somewhere, in the hills, I could hear a party. Still going. At 7 AM.

Only on this island can you feel that kind of contrast so clearly. One world winding down. Another was waking up.

As I walked, I started thinking about limits; not in business, not in music, not in the body, not in discipline, not in choice.

This week I’ve been training at Brooklyn, a boxing gym that mixes HIIT with punching bags. On day one, I told trainer Sara, “I want to find my edge. Not push until I break, but go past what’s comfortable.”

She understood.
She doesn’t push blindly.
She watches. Listens. And helps me go further when I decide I’m ready.

And that made me realize something:

There’s a difference between someone going over your limits and someone helping you move past them.

One disrespects your boundaries.
The other expands them, with you in control.

I’ve known both. In business. On stages. In life.
And honestly, I wrote Redesign because I had to learn the difference the hard way.

Pain isn’t the problem.
Burnout is.
And growth isn’t reckless, it’s intentional.

This morning, while Bo trotted ahead and that distant party faded into the light, I felt calm.
I’m still stretching and still building. But on my terms.

Maybe that’s the real edge:
When you stop being pushed.
And start choosing how far you want to go.

Until Wednesday,
Sebastiaan