For weeks, sage had existed only as a color, one that I analyzed and forecasted. But here, surrounded by friends at 32, it took on a different life. What had lived in palettes now moved through the air, unbound and alive — no longer something to arrange, but something to follow.
Ten years ago, I started a blog called The Daily By Daniel. I had just made the leap from LA to New York, standing at the edge of my twenties and at the center of a dream — to conquer the Big Apple with every little bit of my being. A decade later, I’ve leapt again — this time into my thirties, where the weight of both faith and fear have made space for something new.
They say “if you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen.” But this year showed me something more honest: if you can stay — if you can breathe through the steam, stay rooted in yourself and wait for what’s still forming — what’s yours eventually arrives.
