You're the harvest-sharer. After the peak, while others chase the next one, you're writing it down, handing it over, feeding people with it. Experience doesn't feel finished to you until it's been made useful to someone else โ mentorship is your resting state.
The cost is over-giving and lecture-drift. You can pour out wisdom nobody ordered, teach when someone wanted company, and empty your stores so generously that your own next season starts on an empty tank.
The waning gibbous is still nearly full โ giving light while losing it, and unbothered by the trade. The practice is letting some harvests stay yours. You're allowed to know things you never turn into lessons. Keeping isn't hoarding. It's seed corn.