This week would’ve marked my 33rd year in theatre - three decades of stories, songs, and souls shared under the spotlight. There was a time when the stage felt like home, where purpose and passion intertwined. But lately, watching others perform while I sit on the sidelines has taken a quiet toll on my mental health. The silence after a lifetime of curtain calls can feel heavier than I ever expected.
Maybe it’s time to move forward - to accept that I am no longer who I once was, and that’s okay. The curtain may have closed on one chapter, but the story isn’t over. I pray it isn't.
Still, my heart remains grateful - for every memory, every role, and especially for those who continue to remember me even when I’m no longer in the spotlight. And to those who still believe I have something left to share - who invite me to pass on what I’ve learned to the next generation - thank you. You remind me that my place in theatre may have changed, but my purpose remains.
Oh well… happy 33 years in theatre, old soul. The stage may not always be mine to stand on, but it will forever be where my heart belongs.🙏🏼
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