I think I finally found a place to just… tell the truth.
No rollout. No pitch. No “personal brand voice.”
Just me, showing up, letting the days spill out.
A lot has been happening.
Music, film, late nights, rehearsals that feel more like prayer than work.
Entertainment, yes—but really it’s about connection.
About remembering that art is supposed to touch people, not just perform for them.
I’m happier than I’ve ever been inside my dreams.
That feels important to say out loud.
I wake up excited about what I’m building, who I’m becoming, the world I’m slowly stitching together with sound and story and presence.
the money hasn’t caught up yet.
There are moments where the fear gets loud, where I wonder if clarity alone is enough to carry me.
But then I look around and realize I’m not alone. I have patrons—real people—who believe in me enough to support my health, my marketing, my ability to keep going. That kind of belief changes you. It softens you. It humbles you.
I’m learning how to be happy with less without shrinking my vision.
How to hold gratitude and hunger in the same hand.
How to trust that just because abundance hasn’t arrived yet doesn’t mean it isn’t on its way.
I know what I’m doing now.
Clear vision. Focus. A mission that actually feels like mine.
I don’t want to smooth out the weird edges just to be easier to understand.
You have to be original to be.
You have to be independent to hear your own voice.
Some of this might be embarrassing later.
Some of it might be cringe.
But it’s real. And I think people my age—people in this in-between—know exactly what this feels like. The hope. The fear. The quiet faith. The becoming.
If this is a season of planting, then I’m planting with everything I have.
And I’m grateful. Deeply. Even on the days I’m scared.
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