Next year marks 30 years since I first picked up a pair of scissors as a young apprentice. Thirty years. If someone had told me back then or let’s say, correctly predicted that it would take over twenty years before my career really took off, and nearly thirty before I truly discovered my calling… would I have done it? Would you? Funny thing, isn’t it? That old cliché about the journey being the real reward it turns out, it’s true. The destination is just the dot on the map that people fixate on, but the real story happens in the long, winding road that gets you there. Building anything, whether it’s a career, a business, or even a sense of self starts messy. It’s small, fun, chaotic, uncertain. Then bit by bit, through micro-adjustments, stubbornness, and a fair bit of pain, you shape something that ends up timeless and genuinely yours. Skip that part, buy your way around it, fast-track it, or try to game the system and the ending always feels hollow. Empty. Because what gives it m...