A year ago… I was on my knees, still, breath shallow, heart pounding so loud I could hear it echoing in my skull. For a second, I thought—this is it. I thought I was going to die… and my life didn’t flash before my eyes. There was nothing. No proud moment. No joy. Just a blank canvas. And guilt. Crushing, quiet guilt. That’s when I said to myself, “I’m gonna figure it out.” A year ago, I was lost. No real tangible goals, no real purpose. Just drifting. Going through the motions, distracted, and to be honest—I sucked at sales. Couldn’t close, couldn’t focus, and most of all, I didn’t believe in myself. After that moment, I was determined. But the world didn’t change overnight. For eight months, I worked, learned, and failed. No real wins. Just a lot of trying and falling short, but that built in me a mountain of grit. Then 4 months ago, I started working with Chris. That was a turning point. He didn’t just teach me sales—he taught me how to believe in my worth, how to connect, how to serve people, not sell to them. Now, just three months later, I’m relentless. I’m versatile. I show up every day with purpose and confidence. I’ve learned how to listen, how to lead, and most importantly—how to live with integrity. I used to avoid mirrors. Now I meet my own eyes, and I like who I see. I still think about that blank canvas sometimes. And I smile—because I’m painting it now. One honest stroke at a time. Would love some feedback on this short storytelling inspired by Matthew Dicks. PEACE & LOVE Naseef