Frost 2 February Foundations

Sitting on the phone with a suicide hotline for over 3 hours became the final spiritual awakening; it was the moment I realized that the sorrow I was feeling wasn’t meant to break me, but to move me.

I called this life into existence when I had nothing but a suitcase and a prayer, and today, I am living in the evidence of Romans 4:17.

Because, Bitch! Recently, I had the honor of hosting first masterclass ever! My Metamorphosis Masterclass at MAC Cosmeticsssss. Looking at the flyer—the professional shots, the signature looks, the "Pro Artist" title—it’s easy to think it was all smooth sailing. But behind the scenes?

It was a literal fucking metamorphosis moment of my own. 😩

Mind you? While I was planning this event, I was caught in the middle of a perfect storm:

• I was navigating the heavy transition of a breakup.

• I was in between housing, trying to find my footing, no money at all.

• And to top it off, the official approval didn’t come through until just two days before the event on February 12th.

• Which is crazy bc even my ex knew I wanted to do this, I submitted my first proposal in October

In the Bible (Luke 14), there’s a story about a great supper where everyone had an excuse to stay away—business, family, timing.

I could have easily used any of my "whys" as an excuse to prolong this or cancel it entirely. I was concerned it wouldn't happen, but I refused to procrastinate on my own growth.