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I took this photo a couple months ago at sunset. I remember collapsing into bed after a long day—on the verge of tears from being completely overworked. As the tears fell, I started laughing. Smiling. It was this moment where everything I had always dreamed of collided with the reality of what it actually feels like to get there—and then stay there. And when I say “get there,” I mean feeling at peace with myself. Proud of the decisions I’ve made—like moving to LA, doing the work I’m lucky to do, being surrounded by people who genuinely care. It’s all connected.
It reminded me: you can be exhausted and happy. Tired and fulfilled. The two can coexist. And sometimes, that’s the most honest kind of joy.