On my first birthday, I danced to Elvis naked on a table.
By the time I was 3, I was convinced I was Judy Garland reincarnated.
The first time I saw my brother's band play, I knew that's what I wanted to do, too. I was 2 and a half and sitting on a bar stool.
I've known my whole life that this is what is in the cards for me. I wasn't programmed to be able to do anything else. Most days it's been a struggle, and I've come to know the term "starving artist" oh so well. But the days when hard work and passion have paid off - those have been the happiest days of my life.
I moved to New York City when I was 18, naïve and bright eyed, completely unaware of how difficult my life here was going to be. However, thank the universe for those years. I am most certainly a phoenix who rose from the ashes of her former life. I would've never become the performer I am today without the life I've lived, and for that, I am grateful.
There's nothing on this earth that makes me happier than performing. It is the ultimate catharsis. The ultimate way of communication. And for me, the ultimate way to express who I am. I am beyond blessed to be able to do this for a living. I hope y'all will continue to follow me on this crazy path.
All my love,