I’ve been quiet here, and it wasn’t because I had some grand plan to disappear and return refreshed. The truth is simpler: I didn’t want to force anything I wasn’t sure about, and I was tired. Mentally, emotionally, creatively.
There is so much pressure to always be on, always producing, always showing up with something to say. But forcing it never feels good, not on the page and not in life. I didn’t want to give you half assed words just to say I posted. So I let myself step back.
Being away reminded me that silence has its own kind of rhythm. Sometimes the most honest thing you can do is admit you don’t have the energy to push through. And that’s where I was. Tired, sorting through my own head, trying to honor my energy instead of ignoring it.
Now that I’m easing back in, I don’t want to act like the pause didn’t happen. It did, and maybe I needed it. Maybe this space is meant to hold both the days when I’m full of fire and the ones where I’m too worn out to light a match.
I’m back, slowly. Writing again without forcing it. I just wanted to be honest about why I’ve been MIA and thank you for still being here.
What’s Next
In the weeks ahead I’ll be sharing more essays, reflections, and pieces that feel real to me in the moment. Nothing forced, nothing rushed. Just the kind of writing that comes when I let myself breathe.