I Paid My Father $250 in Rent Every Month for Five Years. After His Funeral, His Best Friend Gave Me a Key and a Box.
I hung the card near the studio entrance.
Leaving the store didn’t make every day easy.
Some weeks the studio was busy, some weeks it was not.
When a client cancelled, I still worried about the bills.
When a project went badly, I questioned whether I had made a foolish choice.
The difference was that I no longer took a difficult week as evidence that the entire dream was wrong.