Timing

May 3
2 min read

It never rains but it pours, and I don’t think I’ve ever fully escaped that pattern. The moment I said yes to Oliver and committed to leaving town, everything else started knocking too. Two opportunities in San Diego showed up almost immediately, like the universe was waiting for me to make a choice just to remind me there are always other paths. And at the same time, I’ve been reconnecting with people I haven’t spoken to in ages, and out of nowhere people have been offering support, donations, and genuinely wanting to help bring this show to life. It’s been kind of overwhelming in the best way, like the spirit of “consider yourself at home” showing up in real life.

I’ve been sitting with all of it a lot, not in a “did I make the wrong decision” way, but in a deeper way, like maybe this isn’t about choosing the perfect path but about learning how to move forward without needing absolute certainty. Because nothing right now is fully stable or figured out, not finances, not long-term plans, not where I’ll land next, and yet there’s this strange pull toward Oliver, toward being part of something that exists outside of all that internal noise. Maybe that’s the point, to stop trying to solve everything at once, to just go, to trust that even if things feel a little unsteady, they still unfold.

As much as I’ve tried to find my footing here in San Diego, between La Jolla, SDMT, and SeaWorld, it just hasn’t quite felt like my place. So while it’s hard to pass something up, I’m choosing to trust that what I’m saying yes to right now is leading me exactly where I’m supposed to be, even if I don’t fully understand it yet.

Maybe it’s also because my birthday is this week and I can feel myself getting older, thinking more about what actually matters and what I want to say yes to. So I’m going, not because I have it all figured out, but because for some reason this feels like the place I’m meant to be right now.