To be real, this past week has been rough for me mentally and spiritually. I’ve felt out of alignment, frustrated, and honestly, there were moments I just wanted to quit. But something—let’s call it what it is, the Holy Spirit—has been pushing me to keep going, reminding me that giving up isn’t an option.

This weekend, I did something I hadn’t done in over 10 years—I took an acting class and did a script read. I didn’t realize how much I missed it until I was right there, in the moment. Life has been full of so many moving pieces lately, but that class gave me a new kind of peace. I can’t even lie; I’m loving it. The people, the experience—it all felt so pure and real.

But honestly, this isn’t just about the class. Through that experience, I met someone I already want to call a brother (even though it’s definitely too soon for that, lol). After class, a few of us had this impromptu cookout just to hang out and bond, and it was such a vibe. Good food, good people, no agenda—just living.

At one point, I was half-joking about going to church the next day, and my new friend actually took me seriously. I invited him to pull up, and he showed up. I thought it was just a random invite, but it turns out God had a bigger plan in motion. Not only did he come through for church, but we also hit the gym afterward—because, of course, that’s what brothers do, right?

I say all this to say that sometimes when we’re at our lowest, the very thing that can pull us out is something we least expect. Stepping into that class wasn’t just about acting; it was about rediscovering a part of me that I had put on the back burner. It reminded me that purpose doesn’t leave just because we get weary, and there’s still room for new connections, new joy, and new chapters—even when it feels like we’ve hit a wall.

If you’re feeling like giving up, like the fight is too much, I just want to encourage you to keep going. There’s purpose in the push. You never know what breakthrough is waiting just past the moment you felt like quitting. If this past weekend taught me anything, it’s that God knows how to send what we need exactly when we need it—whether it’s a class, a community, or an unexpected friend who feels like family.

If this is the start of a new chapter, I’m here for it, and I hope you find the strength to keep going until you find yours, too.