For a long time, I had a very clear picture of what “making it” looked like.
Big stages. Constant movement. More. Louder. Further.
And for a while, I lived that dream.
I had my own band, played my own songs, toured, stood on stages in front of thousands of people — even in the US. I earned money with my music. By all definitions I used to believe in, I made it.
So why did it suddenly feel like I was losing something?
I realised that the dream didn’t disappear — it changed shape.
Quietly. Slowly. Without asking for permission.
What nobody really tells you is that success isn’t a fixed destination. It’s a moving thing. And if you don’t allow it to evolve, it can start to feel like a cage instead of a goal.
Letting go of the old version of the dream felt like grief.
Not because it was wrong — but because it once meant everything.
Today, my success looks different. It’s less about proving, more about choosing. Less about being seen everywhere, more about doing work that feels honest. I’m still an artist. Still deeply connected to music. Just not chasing the same finish line anymore.
Changing your dream doesn’t mean you failed.
Sometimes it means you finally listened.
