Giving
The seasons of an artist.
I chose this path knowing it would require me to endure hard seasons—not out of naïveté, but because I understood early on that meaning rarely shows up where comfort lives. There would be stretches of scarcity, long spaces between certainty and doubt, between who I was and who I was struggling to become. Seasons where belief would have to do the work money couldn’t. I accepted that early, even if I didn’t fully understand the cost.