My lease is up in less than two months and I’m spiraling, thanks for asking!
I’ve moved a lot, but this one feels extra emotional.
LA has been such a full chapter. If teenage me could see me now, he’d be so proud.
I won a game show.
I was a background artist (yes, artist!) on a network TV show.
I took classes at the Groundlings, a literal childhood dream.
I’ve been to so many TV tapings I lost count.
I even trained for a half marathon. Okay, I didn’t run it… but I ran a few miles without crying, and honestly, that’s a feat.
I’ve lived a lot of lives, but this one? It’s felt the best.
And now I’m torn. Stay in LA for round three, or chase a different kind of stability?
I don’t know yet. I just know I’m proud of everything I’ve done here.
And scared of what comes next.
Which probably means I’m on the right track.
Lately I’ve been thinking about how regret doesn’t come from giving something your all. It comes from holding back. From not letting yourself fully live a moment while you still had it.
And I don’t want that.
I want to know I really showed up. That I stretched, opened, and moved toward the unknown with my heart still open.
Here’s to the next chapter, wherever it is.
Hopefully with parking.
What do you think I should do? Yes, you!
Where should I go?
Do you have an extra room?
Any words of wisdom? Or even just a little encouragement?


















