I’ve come to understand and accept that feeling vulnerable is part of the process when we reach beyond our expectations. Vulnerability often feels raw and uncomfortable, but I’ve learned it’s where growth and transformation begin.
What kept me moving forward was faith—faith that I was being guided toward what I was meant to do. It wasn’t easy to trust in something intangible, especially when doubt whispered that I might not succeed. But each brushstroke, each moment spent immersed in the creative process, felt like a step closer to something authentic and true.
Looking back, I see how important it was to lean into the discomfort. Vulnerability wasn’t a sign of weakness; it was evidence that I was challenging myself and growing into the artist I am today.
This piece is more than a journal entry—it’s a marker of a time when I said yes to the unknown and began to rise into the life I was meant to live.
