Marlene Steele Art

Have you ever stepped into something that looked right from the outside — only to feel completely unqualified once you were inside? A new role. A new room. A new responsibility. A place where everyone else seems to know exactly what they’re doing. And you’re standing there wondering if you misread the invitation. That was me.

I didn’t realize it then, but this season was about finally getting to choose — not for anyone else, but for myself.

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