The end of my print-on-demand career broke my heart. Now I think it was God clearing the path. For 14 years, I poured everything into building something that, in the end, wasn't mine to keep. The stress. The pain. The slow grind of fighting for something that wasn't working anymore. Sometimes you don't choose to burn the ships. Sometimes they get burned for you. And then you look up and realize you're exactly where you were supposed to be. Izzi's Gym. My brother. My mother. My team.. A community we love. Kids running through the doors. Cards on the tables. Tournaments on the weekends. Joy again. Purpose again. I wouldn't wish that ending on anyone. But I wouldn't trade where it brought me for anything.