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It’s been just over a year. A year of late nights. A year of quiet hope. A year of building something no one can fully see yet. And if I’m honest… I thought I’d be further by now. I thought that by this point, my spiritual t-shirt business would be sustaining me. That I would have already stepped away from corporate life. That the “breakthrough” moment would have arrived—clear, undeniable, freeing. But here I am. Still logging into meetings. Still watching the clock. Still n

I am currently sitting at my mahogany dining table, but the atmosphere has shifted. Through a season of grace, I have found a new professional role where the jarring flashes of late-night work WhatsApp notifications have finally ceased and clear boundaries have been restored. Yet, as the house grows quiet, I still find myself at this table, bathed in the glow of my screen. This time, however, the work is my own. I am no longer lost in the infinite optimization of someone else