Thoughts: 11.24.24

This past year has been disjointed and difficult, marked by confusion and slow, uneven progress. In truth, it’s not just this year—it’s been a stretch of years since the pandemic began to fade, each one layered with uncertainty. During this time, I’ve moved through a deep and private darkness. It’s been a necessary period of soul-searching, not by choice, but by necessity.

Now, approaching fifty, I feel time pressing in. There is a clear sense that much is still unfinished. At some point, I let go of the need for recognition. I no longer crave the spotlight or the intensity that comes with it. Instead, I’ve turned toward work that holds personal meaning and depth. But fulfillment isn’t always straightforward. Even in moments that should have felt complete, something still felt missing.

I’ve come to understand that what I needed wasn’t attention—it was connection. Not external validation, but an internal light—steady and honest—that I could follow and share. I have been given the chance to create spaces where people feel safe, seen, and supported. I take that responsibility seriously. After spending so long in silence and darkness, I can’t ignore what feels true anymore.

Here is what I know: the work I do matters. It has real impact. It brings people together, offers healing, and reminds us we’re not alone. For me, this work is essential—it’s a part of who I am. Even in moments of doubt, I feel pulled forward. There is still more to give, more to build.

My mission is simple and clear: to bring together art, healing, and human connection. To use creativity as a tool for recovery, growth, and meaning. I move forward with clarity, humility, and gratitude—step by step, with purpose.