Thank you for my practice God.
It feels like such a different animal these days. It's own entity. I feel like it's grown into a teenager. It has its own space. I can afford it its own space and I am as grateful for it's resilience as I am Natalie's.
This week I raised my fee to $190 and it was as quiet and inconsequential as morning dew.
I am learning how this practice is so private. It is simply mine and no one else's. And to imagine that in the old days, I couldn't grow past my elders, my teachers, the people who had paved the way for me to be here.
Today, when they finally talked about fee-setting, they get me at the end of this journey. Differentiated, grown up, and i looked at Judy and I can't believe how young she is in the place I used to be.
A part of me wished I had company. That i didn't have to walk this journey alone, another part knows that it is my journey to walk and to walk alone.
Looking back, it wasn't my practice that was unsure, it was me. It was me being so insecure that I wanted to cling onto you. These days, the practice is like the job I had at Oracle. It's so funny to come full circle. To realize that I can be that same dutiful conscientious designer at a large corporation and disappear into process.
Thank you Lord. i never want to forget this privilege. Help me to stay humble and open, and learning. Help me to always be open to what you want me to do next with this practice.
Bring interns if you want me to have them, a new office space, new colleagues. I know that I never want to leave CCC. It is finally a place where I can bring my gifts and wisdom.
Turning over my practice to you.