There’s a difference between what you enjoy, what excites you, and what refuses to let you rest.
A hobby is something you love to do. It brings joy, relaxation, and maybe even a sense of accomplishment—but it’s optional. If you stopped, life would go on just fine.
A passion ignites something in you. It fuels you, makes you feel alive, and pushes you to get better. But passions can evolve, fade, or shift as you grow.
A calling? That’s different.
A calling is a force that won’t leave you alone—a deep, unshakable knowing that you were meant to do something. It follows you, nudges you, and whispers (or sometimes shouts) until you surrender to it.
My calling? Uniting people through vulnerability, laughter, music, and provoking meaningful conversations that lead us back to the centre of everything—our relationship with God.
And trust me, it will not let me rest.
The Hobby: Enjoying the Moment
I’ve had plenty of hobbies—things I genuinely love but don’t feel bound to. Reading, writing, capturing moments, collecting words that move me. These things bring me joy, but they don’t demand anything from me.
Hobbies are beautiful because they allow us to explore, to play, to simply exist in the moment without expectation.
But hobbies don’t disrupt your sleep. Callings do.
The Passion: The Fire That Fuels You
Passion is different. Passion makes you **chase after something with urgency.** It’s the thing you lose track of time doing, the thing that fills you up.
For me, passion showed up in storytelling, in conversation, and in the energy exchange of connecting with people. The thrill of hosting, emceeing, and creating spaces where people feel seen, understood, and entertained.
Passion gets you moving. But a calling won’t let you stop.
The Calling: What Refuses to Let You Go
A calling isn’t just something you choose—it’s something that chooses you.
And my calling is clear:
To create spaces where people feel connected, where laughter disarms us, where vulnerability becomes our power, where music carries us through every season of life, and where meaningful conversations always lead us back to God.
Because everything—the joy, the pain, the questions, the breakthroughs—always brings us back to the centre. To faith. To purpose. To divine existence.
I didn’t just stumble upon this. It found me, over and over again.
- When people confided in me after a conversation, feeling lighter just by being heard.
- When I saw how laughter could dissolve tension, break barriers, and bring people closer.
- When music became the bridge between strangers, the unspoken language that made us feel at home.
- When the right words, at the right time, reminded me that no matter how much I moved through the world, I was never moving alone—because God was always there, guiding, nudging, calling me deeper.
I have tried to ignore it. I’ve tried to fit into safer, more traditional paths—but the work I’m meant to do keeps calling me back. Louder. Stronger. Unrelenting.
When a Calling Won’t Let You Rest
A calling is inconvenient.
It won’t let you settle.
It will wake you up at 3 AM with ideas, push you into uncomfortable spaces, and demand that you move—even when it feels uncertain, even when you don’t feel ready.
But that’s the beauty of purpose—it doesn’t wait for you to be ready. It just is.
And so, I move.
Piece by piece, wave by wave.
Following the pull of what I know, I was meant to do.
Because true change doesn’t come from standing still—it comes from moving with purpose. So let’s keep embracing the flow and redefining the tide.