Some dreams don’t feel real until you’re living them. There are days when work is just work. The editing, the emails, the never-ending to-do list. And then there are days like this—Fashion Week days—where everything clicks, and I remember exactly why I fell in love with this world. The chaos backstage, the final touches before the models step onto the runway, the way the fabric moves under the lights, the energy of a room that’s seen a hundred visions come to life. It’s the feeling of being in the right place at the right time, doing exactly what I was meant to do. Fashion is a dream job, but not because it’s effortless. It’s a dream because, despite the long hours, the exhaustion, the moments of doubt—it’s worth it. Every late night, every risk, every time I wondered if I was good enough led me here. If you’re chasing something that sets your soul on fire, keep going. One day, you’ll look around and realize you’re standing inside a dream you once only imagined.