Phoebe Hartman: The Wanderlust Alchemist ✨

"I didn’t just find myself—I built myself. One passport stamp, one sunrise, one leap of faith at a time."

Once upon a time, I was a desk-bound dreamer with a soul full of maps and a body full of takeout. Then, one day, I traded my 9-to-5 shackles for a one-way ticket to anywhere. That’s when the magic began. 🌍

My journey isn’t just about pretty sunsets (though, let’s be real, I’ve cried over a few). It’s about the raw, messy, glorious transformation that happens when you let the world shake you awake. I went from chronic burnout to chasing waterfalls, from anxiety spirals to meditating on mountaintops. The secret? Movement is my medicine.

I’ve danced with shamans in Peru, surfed panic attacks into waves in Bali, and learned to breathe again in the Himalayas. Every scar, every detour, every "oh sht, I’m lost" moment taught me this: adventure isn’t just outside—it’s the wild, untamed space between who you were and who you’re becoming.*

Now, I’m here to drag you (kicking, screaming, or giggling) into your own revolution. Because honey, life’s too short for bad Wi-Fi and half-lived dreams. Let’s get dangerously alive. 🔥

(P.S. Yes, I still eat pizza. Balance, babes.)