Rachel nodded understandingly. "Aubrey, you're a grower," she said gently.
Rachel smiled. "You're like a plant, Aubrey. You're not going to sprout up overnight, fully formed and flowering. You're going to take your time, slowly pushing through the soil, reaching for the sun. And that's okay." it's okay, you're just a grower aubrey black
However, despite her professional success, Aubrey struggled with feelings of inadequacy. She couldn't help but compare herself to her peers, wondering why she wasn't as far along as they seemed to be. She'd look at their finished pieces, their exhibitions, and their accolades, and feel like she was lagging behind. Rachel nodded understandingly
Aubrey thought about this for a moment. She realized that Rachel was right – she had been comparing her behind-the-scenes moments to everyone else's highlight reels. She was focusing on the finished product, without seeing the hard work, the struggles, and the slow growth that went into creating it. "You're like a plant, Aubrey