05/26/2026
I love hearing stories about people trying, failing, starting over, making terrible versions before they made great ones. Not because I enjoy watching people struggle - but because it reminds me that nobody comes out of the womb excellent at anything.
Every artist, athlete, designer, maker⦠they practiced. Repeatedly. Badly at first. Publicly sometimes. And then one day, after enough persistence, something clicks.
A year ago, I walked away from a 17-year career in finance to see if I could figure this out for myself. Not because I had everything mapped out - honestly, most days it feels like Iām building the plane while flying it - but because I couldnāt stop thinking about making things with my hands.
Now Iām deepening my craftsmanship while learning storytelling, marketing, websites⦠all at once. Some days are frustrating. Some are humbling. Some make me question my sanity entirely.
But then I finish a bag that I love. A piece that will soften with time, gather scratches, travel somewhere beautiful, and become part of someoneās life. And suddenly the remakes, mistakes, and long nights feel worth it.
Thatās the bridge, I think, between āthe greatsā and the rest of us: persistence. Not perfection. Just the willingness to keep practicing long enough to get good.
Anyway. Back to the workshop