To My Creative Self:

#LetterToMyCreativeSoul #FallingAintFailing #StayFieryStayFoxy

She walks through chaos with fire in her step and gold in her soul. This isn’t just a letter—it’s a reminder. That falling ain’t failing. That daydreams are maps. That your magic doesn’t fade, even when you do.

✨ To the one who keeps rising, stumbling, creating anyway...Keep making magic.

Oi, you glitter-dusted gremlin of daydreams and doubt—

Trust yourself.

No seriously. TRUST. YOUR. SELF. You've got that thing. That inner world so rich, it leaks out of your fingertips when you're half-asleep and the world’s quiet. That wit? Unmatched. Those weird ideas? Gold. And that pull to create, to build something real out of all that fire in your gut? You need to follow that.

Because guess what?

You would not believe where I am now. No spoilers, but if you keep pushing your limit—even when you don’t know the path—you’re gonna look back and whisper, “Damn… I did that?”

Remember when we thought this dream of being an indie digital creator was just a pretty little illusion?Yeah well, look again. We’re in it. Living it. Learning every wild step. Not everything makes sense yet—but that’s fine. You don’t need the whole map. Just trust the next step. Then the next. And keep showing up. Because dreams? They don’t stay dreams when you’re the one dragging them into daylight.

Thank you, past me—for being a full-on geek for what we love. For going 150% when the fire’s lit. For doing you, unapologetically, and getting better every damn day. And most importantly—thanks for never giving up on the magic, even when you had every reason to.

We started creating because we had something to share. A little spark for someone else to find and say, “Hey… I feel that too.” Not everyone gets it, and that’s okay. The ones who need it? They’ll find it. You just have to keep sharing.

My dream now? To build a creative life that works for me. A life where my art fuels me and funds me. Where I can wake up, sit in my cozy little home office, and create on my own terms—no bosses, no pressure, just passion. Because creativity isn’t always a faucet. Some days it drips, other days it floods. I wanna ride both. Freedom. That’s the goal. Freedom to create, earn, and breathe.

I’ve learned so much already. I’ve grown in ways I never imagined. And honestly? That’s the real win. Not fame, not followers—growth. Loving what I do. Doing what I love. That’s rare. That’s gold. And I’m grateful.

But when things get hard (and they will), remember this: It’s okay to feel like a soggy tissue sometimes. You’re human. Cry if you gotta. Rest if you need. But then, get up. Fix your messy little crown. And keep going. Because the road is long and weird and sometimes sucks—but we? We adapt. We keep walking.

And never forget—Falling ain’t failing.(That’s Ivy talking. And Ivy don’t lie.)

You’re not weak for falling. You’re powerful for rising.

So yeah, keep going.

And don’t forget:

Stay fiery. Stay foxy. Keep dreaming. And make it real. With all the chaos and cheek,

—Quinn