Have I peaked? That's the question my mind asks me on my worst days.
It creeps in when things go quiet, when a track doesn't land, when the momentum feels like it's slipping. The voice says maybe that was it. Maybe the best already happened.
But then I think back to what I achieved before any of this. When I had less money, fewer contacts, less skill — and still made it happen anyway.
I never quit back then, even when it felt like luck wasn't on my side.
So the question answers itself. If I could build all of this with almost nothing, and I can still work as hard as I did back then, then the maths is obvious.
The best is still yet to come. It always is, as long as you refuse to stop.
