To the city I call home,
To the friends and creators who have shared their time, energy, and inspiration,
To my wife, who has stood beside me through my struggles,
And to the journey I have too often resisted:

I owe you an apology.

To my wife, you have provided patience, belief, and support while I squandered chances to grow, share, and fully show up in my life. I regret the moments I held back, the opportunities I let slip, and the energy I spent protecting myself instead of creating the life I wanted.

Over these fifteen years, my efforts on creative projects were uneven, shaped by fear, indecision, perfectionism, imposter syndrome, and self-protection. I changed brands, paths, and projects, thinking avoidance or rebranding could solve struggles that required presence. I allowed gifts, collaborations, and opportunities to fade before they could thrive. Too often, I was a spectator in the lives of others rather than a participant.

I recognize that my words, about wanting to leave or frustration with this place, have shown disrespect for the community, the creators who welcomed me, and the life I was given the chance to build.

This is not a promise of perfection. It is a recognition of my choices and a commitment to shift my mindset. I am now showing up fully, making art whether it succeeds or fails, collaborating meaningfully, and living actively in my own story. I am taking responsibility for my actions and beginning to choose differently.

I am grateful for the love, patience, and support that surrounds me. This reflection is part of a larger practice: a record of return, of showing up, and of learning from what came before.

-Rom