When I first started as a ProDom, I assumed experience and skill would come naturally, that people would instinctively always respect the space I created. I quickly learned it doesn’t. I misread signals, over-invested in the wrong energy, and learned the hard way that not everyone is ready to rise to the occasion. Some lessons weren’t painful, they were enlightening: patience matters, subtlety carries more weight than loudness, and discernment is everything.
Looking back, my early missteps weren’t failures, they were tuition. I got paid in experience. My mistakes taught me how to recognize the people worth my time, how to hold space without overexplaining, and how to let my presence do the work for me.
I am a product of My past and My years of experience. Every encounter was a lesson. Those lessons built the confidence I carry today, a quiet authority no one can fake, and a standard I am no longer willing to negotiate.
