I Can Do Both

My days are a whirlwind of opposites. One weekend, I’m strutting down a runway in a dress covered in rhinestones, the spotlight catching every sparkle. The next, I’m diving into second base, my uniform stained with dust, eyes locked on the pitcher, adrenaline racing through me.
People often ask how I balance it all. The truth? It’s not always easy. But before every pageant and every game, there’s a moment—a breath where everything goes still. And in that silence, I hear the same three words from the one person who believes in me more than anyone else. My mom.