The only way to exit the long road is to remember who we are. Somehow, a whisper, a trauma, a reconnecting with our souls happens as we turn inward. The answers to life speak in the quiet of the morning. We wrestle with making a living while aching to follow our passions.

The need for safety was another powerful influence; to protect myself, I diminished my presence and buried parts of my identity out of sight. These two fears propelled me forward, but was there a deeper fear lurking beneath?