There are mornings I wake up in disbelief. Not because I don’t trust in what we’ve built, but because part of me still can’t believe it’s real. This Community, this living and breathing force of people, purpose, and protection, has become something bigger than I imagined. I see it in the lives changed, in the way people show up for one another, in the quiet messages I get from those who made it through one more day because they felt seen here. That’s a kind of fruit that doesn’t just feed. It nourishes.
But alongside the gratitude sits a familiar doubt. I don’t push it away. I let it sit at the edge of my morning, reminding me that I am not immune to ego or error. That little voice of self-doubt doesn’t weaken me. It’s part of what keeps me honest. It keeps me reaching instead of coasting, reflecting instead of assuming. I’m grateful for that doubt because it means I haven’t started believing my own mythology.
It’s tempting to get comfortable when momentum starts to build. To slip into the rhythm of what works and forget that living things require tending. What we’ve made here, together, is not a machine. It’s not a brand. It’s a heartbeat. And heartbeats require attention. They require listening. Every event, every conversation, every person who walks through our doors is a reminder that this is sacred work. Not because it’s mine. Because it’s ours.
So today, I just want to say thank you. Not performatively. Not in the glossy way people say thank you when they’ve gotten what they wanted. But in the way someone says it when they realize they’re being held up by something they can’t carry alone. This Community carries me. The belief you all put into this vision gives it weight. And for that, I am endlessly, humbly grateful.
We are only just beginning. And I promise you, I will not grow complacent. I will stay awake in this work. Doubt and all. Gratitude and all.
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