It's Okay, You're Just A Grower Aubrey Black Today

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."

Aubrey felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She realized that she didn't have to be like everyone else, that her own path was valid and valuable. She took a deep breath, feeling a sense of peace settle over her. it's okay, you're just a grower aubrey black

Rachel nodded understandingly. "Aubrey, you're a grower," she said gently. Rachel smiled

"Hey, what's going on?" Rachel asked, setting down her bag. "You seem really down." You're going to take your time, slowly pushing

Aubrey sighed, wiping her hands on her jeans. "I just feel like I'm not good enough. I look at everyone else's work, and it seems so polished, so finished. I'm just... stuck."

"It's okay, you're just a grower, Aubrey Black," Rachel said, as if reading her thoughts. "Your art, your style, your voice – it's all developing. It's going to take time, and that's okay."

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.