You know those moments in the movies, usually accompanied by dramatic music, when lightning strikes or the guy hangs on to the cliff by his pinky toe and then miraculously saves himself (and probably the rest of the planet) and goes on to cure cancer and star in the remake of The Shawshank Redemption?
Yeah, well, it didn’t happen like that for me.
A conversation about fear, perfectionism, creative practice, and giving yourself the dream.
It takes two (or more) people, certain elements, and exacting instructions.
This conversation is about homelessness, dignity, access, identity, and the quiet power of helping someone prove: I exist. I can begin again.