Master of Becoming

For the ones who can’t pick a lane—only set the whole map on fire.

I’ve worn more hats than a vintage thrift store mannequin on payday.
Juggled so many roles I’ve started introducing myself as “formerly known as me.”
Improv comedy on Tuesdays, band practice on Thursdays, teaching teenagers the minor pentatonic on weekends like it’s sacred scripture.
Surfing when the lake allows—lungs burning, tongue tasting algae and adre…