Life holds enough quiet ways to unravel the plans we carefully craft. This time, the silence came from within.

I had forgotten how grief settles softly, like fog resting on tired shoulders. How it gently blurs everything once sharp into muted shades of grey.

I have spent my life building things. Businesses, relationships, dreams.

I’ve started from nothing, held the weight of responsibility, and turned ideas into places where people gather, shop, learn, and grow. I’ve built brands from the ground up, poured myself into them, and then, when the time was right—or when I had no choice—I let them go. 

It’s one thing to have your whole life turned upside down by a single phone call.

It’s another to feel like you’re hurtling down a seven-lane highway at 80 mph, waiting for someone in the backseat to yell out whether the exit is on the left or the right.

I hate waiting.