Not all those who wonder worry themselves over being lost.

Identifying as a Lost Breeze.

Moving as ones meant to be.

Directionally Oblivious.

Relatively Happy.

The fickle confidence creators. Blowing around in our creativeness.

Picked up my first crochet hook still in single digits. It’s been a few decades. Attempting this adventure at least a couple of times.

Taking creative liberty along the way. Front and Back of house adjusting overwhelmingly. Give up, try again and repeat. Now Ive got a community.

Encouraging my creative Breeze. Foundationally supporting me through the deafening business of businessing.

I try again and will succeed.