I took a deep breath, knowing exactly what she was feeling. “It’s natural to feel that way. But let me remind you of something. You’re not doing this for anyone else. You’re doing it for you. Because you love it. Because it’s your dream. The moment you start doing it for someone else—that’s when you start losing yourself.”
Lily nodded, her fingers gently tracing the edge of her design. “You’re right. I just need to keep remembering that.”
I squeezed her hand. “You’ve got this, Lily. Every step you take is one step closer to the future you’ve been working for.”
The rest of the evening passed quietly, with Lily finishing her sketches, still pushing herself, but at least now I could see that she was starting to embrace the idea of taking it slow, of not needing to be perfect. For the first time in a long while, I felt a sense of peace in her presence. She was growing into the person I knew she was destined to be.
It was a few weeks later, after a long day of meetings and designing, that Lily came to me, her face glowing with excitement. She was holding a letter in her hands, and her hands trembled slightly as she handed it to me.
“What is it, sweetie?” I asked, her excitement palpable.