40 Until Forty: Death to the OGB 🪦
And onto becoming me.
I drafted this title a year ago, as I often do with a thought that hasn’t fully come into view yet, where it has sat untouched- but tickling the back of my brain like the relentless robocalls offering an extended warranty on a car I’ve never even owned.
Waiting for me to be ready for the when and the why.
When I made the decision early last year to take a sabbatical and close the studio after 10 beautiful years on Godfrey, I knew it was going to hurt like hell when the time came to walk out those doors one last time. So, I geared up with all the mental health armor, somatic healing and therapy one could, with the goal of inoculating myself against the discomfort of the transition in the hopes of entering my new year and life relatively unscathed. (Whatever the fuck that means.)
