18/07/2026
On July 2nd, I performed my very first Eartha Kitt tribute show. Two nights before, I couldn't sleep. My mind was racing with every fear imaginable. What if I forgot the words? What if the fatigue won? What if I wasn't good enough? What if all the months of work I'd poured into this show left people disappointed? So I stepped outside, looked up at the moon, and in that quiet moment I felt my dad with me.
He passed away four years ago, but somehow I could hear him so clearly:
"What is life, if it is not lived? It is meant to be lived."
For so long, I'd allowed self-doubt to convince me that I wasn't ready. That I wasn't enough. That someone else was more deserving of standing on that stage.
But when I stepped out into that stage, something magical happened! I stopped worrying about being perfect and simply became present. I sang for my son. I sang for my dad. I sang for myself. And I sang for Eartha. It wasn't flawless. I stumbled. I made mistakes. But for the first time in a long time, I truly showed up as myself. And somehow, that felt far more important than perfection ever could. This show was born from an idea over a year ago, but I felt only just came together fully in the final three months. Every song, every word, every rehearsal, every costume, every prop, every piece of choreography and every tiny detail became a labour of love. It consumed me...and I'm so grateful it did. Sometimes our greatest dreams need us to believe in them before anyone else does.
Being a full-time mum has been one of the greatest privileges of my life. I wanted my son to see that his mum doesn't stop chasing her dreams simply because life gets busy! God has blessed me with my singing voice, and I don't want to hide it anymore. When I chose to perform Miss Kmit to You, I wasn't just creating a tribute show. I was giving myself permission to become the performer I'd been too afraid to be.
Eartha Kitt once said, "I fall in love with myself, and I want someone to share it with me." I think I'm finally learning what she meant. Thank you to everyone who believed in me, encouraged me, bought a ticket, shared a post, or simply cheered me on from afar. Dad I hope I made you proud. π οΏ½
