J.R. Whittington

I didn’t run to teaching—it pulled me in when I was broken, lost, and unsure of my place in the world. At first, I treated it like a secret, like an admission that I had somehow failed. But now? I know better. Teaching saved me. And I can be both: the artist and the guide. The dreamer and the vessel. And one day—mark my words—they’ll see it all.