Six years.
My dream, which I poured my sweat and soul into, felt like a mirage just out of reach.
Sure, there were moments I questioned everything.
But I kept pushing, adapting, and learning.
This year, 2023, the mirage starts to shimmer. Not a perfect oasis. It’s messy, full of unexpected twists and turns, a landscape shaped by sheer determination and a whole lot of duct tape.
But it’s mine.
So, forget resolutions.
This year, I’m doubling down on the lessons learned in the trenches.
I won’t just chase my dream, I’ll wrestle it to the ground and build a home on its back.
Every stumble, every misstep, made me stronger, sharper, more attuned to the rhythm of my own hustle.
Happy New Year to all the dreamers.
We are proof that grit, not glitter, builds empires.
Cheers to the unpolished dreams turning real, and the fire in our hearts that refuses to be extinguished.
