This Is Love, Babe

Becoming the Woman of My Dreams

May 24, 2026

High school me at Columbia University’s writing summer camp. I loved this writer’s workshop, feeling young and free in the New York streets like my own little episode of Sex and the City.

Happy Sunday,

I’m so grateful for my life. I feel deeply blessed. God is moving things in divine timing, and I want to be a good steward of what He has already done in my life. I wanted this year to be the year I mastered my craft, but it has become so much more than that. I’m falling more in love with the woman, screenwriter, actress, and playwright that I am becoming.

This week reminded me how important it is to declare who we are before we fully arrive there. Sometimes people think confidence means you have everything figured out, but I think faith is what allows us to move like the promise is already in motion. I feel grateful moving in the race chosen for me.

On Monday, I had the pleasure of hearing my script read aloud during a writers’ workshop while also reading the work of others. Receiving feedback reminded me why I love storytelling so much. Afterward, I celebrated and was treated to mini martinis and brûléed brie with mango honey jam at Ritual Bar, which I am honestly still dreaming about. I left the night feeling like a champion, more excited to bring my short film to life, my unique voice, my special sauce, and the legacy I am building.

May has been beautiful. A reminder that flourishing can look different every day. Sometimes it’s productivity, movement, and crossing things off the list. Other times, it’s returning to yourself and protecting the things that make you feel grounded, loved, peaceful, and whole. Some of the best parts of life cost nothing at all.

I love 33 so far. I feel like a tree planted by water, flourishing exactly where my feet are planted. I feel supported. I feel open. I feel like my best days are ahead of me. Lately, I’ve been turning down the extra noise and protecting my peace more carefully. Every day feels like a new chapter, and 33 feels covered in love.

I’m learning that becoming the woman I dream about is not only about achievement. It’s also about stewardship. About mastering where I am right now. Mastering my own lane. Mastering joy. Mastering softness. Mastering fun, spending more time appreciating my life, my body, my people, and the quiet things that make me feel alive.

Working behind the scenes teaches you so much. People often focus on the performance, but it is the roots that bring the fruit forward; how we show up in private shapes how we show up everywhere else.

That’s what Sunday Forever means to me, caring about the big moments while also honoring the preparation, the sanctuary, the rest, and the becoming and building a life that feels good from the inside first.

Now that work has wrapped, and I’m entering a new season, I’m learning patience more deeply. I’m learning what it means to trust God while being still. To stop forcing. To believe that what is meant for me will arrive in divine timing.

I know God will continue to bless my life, but right now I’m most focused on being present with myself and moving with peace, gratitude, and intention. Becoming a master of my own lane, my joy, my softness, and my peace. I love feeling rooted in myself, but I’m also grateful that there is still so much more to love, experience, and grow into. Becoming someone who constantly receives her flowers and fully settles into joy. Even when things do not go as planned, I believe it will all make sense one day. We have to find sweetness in knowing we can wait for it to get that good.

It comforts me to know there are still cities I have not lived in, people I have not met, and dreams I have not yet touched. The little girl in me is still evolving, still becoming more focused, more loved, more courageous.

I’m so grateful for this season. Grateful for the people cheering for me. Grateful for fruitful conversations, spring mornings, prayer, ideas, and the life I’m building quietly behind the scenes.

You made it through another week. I hope you romanticize today and the next one, too.