As Opening Night approaches for my very first Off-Broadway show, I feel a flood of emotions that words can hardly contain. This moment is bigger than me, it carries every doubt I’ve had to silence, and every tear I refused to let break me. I had to fight, sometimes against my own body, sometimes against my own mind, just to step into the rehearsal room. From a night in the ER just a week before rehearsals to days of recovery when I questioned if I could even show up, god delivered me the strength to return. And now, standing here, these images are a testimony of one truth: I made it. I am here.💌
This journey has cracked me open and shown me my own resilience. It’s taught me that choosing to show up, with all my imperfections, and with all my heart, is another kind of courage entirely. Being embraced by such a talented cast has reminded me that my dreams have no ceiling. That when I act, when I dance, when I sing, I am not just performing, I am living, I am home.
To my cast family: thank you. For catching me when I stumble, for creating a space where I could bloom, for reminding me daily why this art is worth it. My gratitude for you overflows, and my heart feels almost too full to hold. I want to live in this work for the rest of my life, and I pray the work continues to seek me out—because I will always be ready to answer.
It will keep finding me. And I will keep showing up. Always.
I am so grateful to officially announce that I’m part of the ensemble for Off-Broadway’s latest musical, Saturday Church.
To know me personally is to know how much this journey has meant to me. From being invited to join the workshop back in October, to making it through three rounds of auditions, participating in a reading of the show, and finally being cast—this has been a deeply personal and transformative process.
I’ve finally arrived at a version of myself that I’ve been adamant about sharing for so long.
This is only the beginning. Thank you, God! 💌🫂
