I wanna write about the future.

Something that feels like sunshine after rain.

grandmas hugs and peach cobbler,

and those talks that ease your pain

Listen, i hate the idea of admitting a new beginning (or anything for that matter) is the thing that can shake me up and sit my a** down. But it’s true. So, how do we acknowledge the very real fear that stepping out of our comfort zones really is, and also manage to still do it because we know that success ultimately comes from discomfort?

As someone who identifies as a business professional and as a creator, I used to find myself battling between which version of myself is the “real one”. Thus exposing the creative/professional dilemma.