Dear Reader, Are you into the five love languages? I have realized that my biz has one too. And as an entrepreneur, mine is to continue learning and growing. Ironically, one of my first dot-com jobs was as a principal designer for "lifelong learning." It’s almost poetic how that theme has been woven into everything I do. I’ve never been the one to take the conventional path. I graduated high school with top marks but chose art over the traditional routes of engineering or medicine. I knocked on doors as an art student—literally—to land internships. I interned with a well-known photographer, selling myself at a time when women weren't in the commercial photography world. I worked with international ad agencies and talented creatives, branding for multi-million-dollar companies and riding the wave of the dot-com boom in San Francisco. When I started my business, I was scared and unsure what to do. My first client was a Craigs List ad, and one that stayed with me for decades. I pivoted several times, learned to generate passive income, and kept evolving. And now, I’ve fallen in love again—this time, with AI art. To me, AI art feels like a bird being given wings. It’s a tool that allows me to experiment, push boundaries, and create in ways I never imagined. Art has always been my act of service—a way to bring my client's visions to life, create a legacy, and tell a story. It’s a language of its own. Love and entrepreneurship? They’re not so different. Both require passion, resilience, and the courage to embrace the unknown. What's your love language? ❤️
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