Everywhere is a stage - is basically how I treated the world around me for the longest time. Looking back, I don’t think I was TOTALLY off. I would now shift that to: everywhere is a chance to tell a story.

“I’m moving to San Francisco to be with Neil!” I told my two friends at a Manhattan café in August of 2014.

I was gathering clips from my old YouTube channel for a reel that will inevitably take me a whole ass week to put together and I re-watched my Japan vlog - A Latina In Japan.

What is that yucko, stucko, icko, BARF, straight up gross feeling that comes from even THINKING about sitting down to write?

One of the best compliments I’ve received from my stage storytelling has been “it just flows so easily for you!” Anything that looks like someone just pulled a diamond out of their pocket had a shi*t ton of pressure working on it.

You have them engaged with your FIRST sentence. You go through the obstacles. You have detail, you have thought, you have emotion, you have action, suspense, twists and turns and then….(insert deflated balloon sound). And that’s it…!?

You get up on stage. Your audience is ready. Your first sentence comes out and CRINGE…