My lease is up in less than two months and Iām spiraling, thanks for asking!
Iāve moved a lot, but this one feels extra emotional.
LA has been such a full chapter. If teenage me could see me now, heād 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.
Iāve been to so many TV tapings I lost count.
I even trained for a half marathon. Okay, I didnāt run it⦠but I ran a few miles without crying, and honestly, thatās a feat.
Iāve lived a lot of lives, but this one? Itās felt the best.
And now Iām torn. Stay in LA for round three, or chase a different kind of stability?
I donāt know yet. I just know Iām proud of everything Iāve done here.
And scared of what comes next.
Which probably means Iām on the right track.
Lately Iāve been thinking about how regret doesnāt 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 donāt want that.
I want to know I really showed up. That I stretched, opened, and moved toward the unknown with my heart still open.
Hereās 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?

















