It’s not your job for them to like you or applaud everything you do.
To crave validation before every move.
To freeze in place when it gets hard and throw up your hands in disgust.
It’s your job to make your art and show up with light streaming through your chest.
To run with the call booming in your soul and make music with it.
To weave the threads given to you into a lush, gripping tapestry.
To love hard and deep no matter what.
To show up to serve even when nobody’s looking. Especially when nobody’s looking.
There’s no perfect time to begin.
Only the choice, the nudge, the push to start now and let each moment be enough.
The path you choose?
Is up to you.
Make it count.
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