To Be Me

My dad and I hosting the 2018 wearable art show.

It’s Fun to Be Me.

Gosh, I used to think that all the time.

My life was so full of energy and activity.

I was in demand—always happy to help.

And my unique skill sets opened doors

most people only dream about.

I hosted live events.

I was on the radio and TV.

I was a real part of my community.

I acted.

I danced.

I sang on stage.

I even starred as Sandy in Grease.

I traveled, explored,

made friends everywhere I went.

I learned and grew in extraordinary ways.

It really was fun to be me

for nearly a decade.

My light shined bright.

My dreams were alive.

And then—the landslide.

And all of a sudden,

fun became a foreign word,

replaced by heavy responsibility,

transformative loss and grief.

My creative energy was blocked.

My nervous system was in shock.

My soul focused on surviving,

healing,

bringing back stability.

I didn’t have the energy

to be the me I used to be.

Things began to shift a couple of years ago.

Light.

Love.

New possibilities.

Hope, dreams, and drive

slowly came back online.

I was still fragile.

Still vulnerable.

But reoriented to a new way of life.

And then—2025.

And landslides of totally different kinds.

My emotional Everest.

Survival and energy conservation took over again.

I felt like my light completely disappeared.

But slowly, as time went by,

I noticed joy filtering through.

Curiosity.

Ease.

Possibility.

And today,

for the first time in a very long time,

I said to myself out loud:

It is fun to be me.