I wasn’t always an actor.

When I was around 4th or 5th grade- I can’t remember, my brother brought a video game home that taught me about rhythm, about style, and about dance. The game was called ‘Bust a Groove’ and I naturally gravitated towards a particular character that moved in a way that ignited me. It wasn’t until weeks later that I found out there was a name to what he was doing. Breakdancing.

From there on out I took off, learning everything I can about the dance and practiced late into the night as quietly as I could as to not wake up my parents, mimicking everything this video game character was doing. I taught myself and collected my fair share of scrapes and bruises. And that’s what I did for years- traveling around the world competing, teaching, judging events and learning what it meant to ‘perform’.

Until my father got sick. His passing changed my trajectory in life and put many things in perspective.

Since then I’ve committed to the things I love because time here is finite. At the end of the day, when I look at the clock, I didn’t want to see how much time I had left until I’m ‘off’ but would rather see how much time I have left to work on the things I love.