- Elizabeth -
The sun spilled through the large windows of Café Lila, casting soft beams of light onto the gleaming wooden tables. The scent of fresh-brewed coffee mingled with the delightful aroma of pastries and savory dishes. This was not just any lunch; it was a celebration, and the air was thick with joy and camaraderie.
As I sat there with Gigi, Melody, and a few others from the office, I couldn't help but reflect on how much had changed in my life. Just a few months ago, my days were filled with work and little more, but now I had a sense of fulfillment that came from our successful fundraising project for underprivileged artists—a project I had believed in so deeply that I almost poured my soul into it. Watching it flourish, knowing I was part of something bigger, sparked a warmt
