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. 

Sometimes, I feel like I am everything for everyone else, and there is little left for me. I spend my days wearing many hats, teacher, mother, wife, friend, sister, daughter... with little luxury to be just me. I have dreams and aspirations of living a creative life, but they remain locked away in a prison of fear. If only I could silence the imposter and release the artist…