I hope that there is someone who cares enough to not let me stop. To tell me to pick up the camera, pick up the pencil, pick up the paintbrush or the sewing needle or the running shoes. I hope there is someone who cares enough who cares enough to tell you, too. To pick up the microphone or the spatula or the clay or the volleyball or the bike. I hope there are people who notice when you stop. And I hope they tell you to keep going.