She is stepping forward with a heart that’s been cracked wide open.

Into a year of movement. Of choosing momentum over rumination. Of trusting her legs even when the path isn’t fully visible yet. The Horse doesn’t wait for certainty—it runs on instinct, truth, and a quiet knowing that forward is always the right direction. She didn’t lose anything. She shed what couldn’t keep up.

And now? She is remembering how powerful it feels to move freely again.