Good Enough? Hell Yes, We Are

We’ve been down in the trenches together, haven’t we? You know the nights—when your chest feels heavy, your work feels invisible, and you’re whispering to yourself, “maybe I’m just not good enough.” I’ve been there. I told you about that tiny thread I grip when everything else feels like it’s unraveling.

And then came the moments of light. The unexpected “yes.” The gallery smile. The client’s tears when they connected with the work. The editor’s email saying, “We want to feature you.” Those moments are proof that the thread is stronger than we think. Proof that the unraveling isn’t destruction—it’s transformation.

But here’s the truth that hit me hardest: this isn’t just my thread. It’s ours. We need to stick together and help each other hold tight to that thread!

Every one of us who shows up with shaking hands and pours ourselves into something the world might ignore—we are tied together by that same fragile, powerful line. Your grip, my grip, all of us holding on. And every single win, whether it’s mine or yours, is a victory for us all.

Because one day, you’ll get that call, that sale, that smile, and I’ll be right here screaming for you, celebrating like it’s my own. And when it’s me standing in that light, I know you’ll be there too, nodding through tears because you get it.

This is our anthem: we are not defined by the silence, by the no’s, by the waiting. We are defined by the grit it takes to hold on when the thread feels invisible. And when it turns into a ribbon, when it wraps itself around our victories, it will be because we never let go.

So here’s to us—every scraped, scarred, relentless soul gripping the thread, “We made it!”

This moment will belong to all of us.