A Letter to One who is Finished Waiting

I didn’t realize what this painting meant until I stood in front of it after it was finished.
The upward streak of blue had come through like a surge—unplanned, unstoppable. The softness around it held the memory of all the times I’d waited. Hoped. Softened.

But the message was clear.
No One is Coming to Save You.
And that’s not the tragedy—it’s the beginning.

This piece is for the woman stepping into the center of her own life.
For the one who’s choosing her voice, her timing, her self.
It’s a reminder:
The moment you stop waiting is the moment you start rising.