09/03/2026
Nobody called wrap on my twenties, they just quietly stopped putting me on the schedule. Los Angeles got a proper wrap — a U-Haul and a lot of feelings. And in December we wrap life as a family of three.
Here's what nobody tells you about leaving the industry — you never stop thinking in production terms. I still run my week like a one-liner schedule. I still know how much daylight I've got without checking. I still say "we're losing the light" to a husband who has never once known what to do with that information.
Which means I've spent the last several months treating this like a project under NDA. Locked. Quiet. Completely real the entire time I was out here talking to you about tomatoes.
Baby, December 2026. We have a very excited big brother on standby.
I have little to no idea what I'm doing and I've never been less worried about it. 🤍