I follow the spark and make it real. Inspiration isn’t cute. It’s a signal. It’s the part of me that still knows where I’m meant to go, even when everything else is loud or confused. And yeah, my shadow tries to shut it down fast. “That’s unrealistic.” “That’s stupid.” I’ve learned that voice isn’t truth—it’s fear trying to keep me small and safe. So now I pay attention to what pulls me. The ideas that won’t leave, the feelings that hit out of nowhere. That’s not random. That’s direction.