Welcome to who we are now.

Some of you may know me as Ensign Mason, maybe some of you will know me as SUPPO, or maybe just some girl you went to college with. We’re all in this together.

I grew up in Ohio, where I fell in love with figure skating, musical theater, classical voice, and then politics. Now I’m an officer in the US Navy, and I’ve moved four times in the last year. Can we just give a round of applause for the sheer range, please? Thank you, thank you.

Along the way, I learned the importance of having an unshakable work ethic, pouring my soul into my work, and knowing when it’s time to walk away.

I don’t know everything that I’m meant to learn yet, but those are the things I do know pretty well.

I was a competitive figure skater for eight years and every day, from the first day I put skates to ice, I fell down. It’s what you do. It taught me to always get back up.

I have loved to sing for as long as I can remember. One of my first memories is being on the playground and wondering how no one else thought I sounded like a Disney channel star. Yes, I really put that on the internet for the world to read. Regrets? None yet!

I sang throughout college, studied classical voice at The Ohio State University, eventually earning a degree in Public Affairs Journalism and Vocal Performance.  As much as I loved to sing, somewhere in the midst of the mess that is being 20 years old, I eventually had the realization that every artist has at one point or another. The one where eventually, one way or another, we all stop doing the thing that once fueled our aspirations. I learned that sometimes, some dreams just aren’t meant to make it out to our true, lived reality. Sometimes they just stay in our lives as dreams. And that’s okay, too.

I’ve mourned so many dreams in my young life that sometimes I think that I’m not meant to do only one thing forever, as some of the older generations have done. But that’s why I’m here, writing this introduction to you. Things have changed, and so have I.   

A new path has unfolded for me, one riddled with push-ups, eight-point covers, and now a lot (a LOT) of responsibility. The officer training process is easier for some than for others, and in this scenario, I am “others.” I fought to get to where I am, and I’ll continue to fight to get where I’m going. I am honored to be responsible to my command, my officer community, to my sailors, my Navy, and to myself.

 The most beautiful part? This is only the beginning.