Passion has a way of creating undeniable energy — it moves us, lifts us, and pulls us right back into what we love without hesitation.
After a stretch away (with my heart full and hands still unpacking), I returned home to France. And just like that — the very next morning, after a semi-decent sleep and croissant in hand — Chelsea and I were back at it, riding the familiar current of our rhythm.
Clients arrived, eager and ready, choosing piece after piece for a container bound for Florida. It never fails to amaze me — how quickly the pulse of this life returns, how effortlessly we slip back into the dance. Passion is the spark. Even jet-lag can’t compete with it.
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