Sometimes you just have to sing the blues. I don’t know about y’all, but these last few months have been something. Life has a way of handing you lessons you never requested, plot twists you never saw coming, and mirrors that reflect truths you weren’t quite ready to see. As I get closer to the finish line of this album, I find myself reflecting on how different life looks from what I imagined years ago. Not worse. Not better. Just different. Some dreams arrived. Some changed shape. Some are still making their way to me. There are moments when I celebrate. There are moments when I grieve. And there are moments when the only thing left to do is sit with the truth and sing it. That’s what the blues have always been. Not giving up. Not staying stuck. Just telling the truth long enough for healing to find its way into the room. So tonight, I’m grateful for the music. Grateful for the lessons. Grateful for the journey. And grateful that my voice still knows how to carry me home. �...