It’s been too long.

Being able to create — to bring to life the world that lives in my head — is so therapeutic. So calming.
Those jittery, “oh yeah, this is the life I’m living” moments hit when you bump into a stranger whose light is so bright you can’t help but smile. Or when you stumble into the most beautiful farmer’s market with the plumpest berries and the fluffiest bread. Or when you just stop to inhale, smell the air, feel the breeze — and for a second, you know life is okay.

And then being able to put all of that down on paper? Goosebumps.

Life’s been weird lately — which feels almost silly to say out loud, because when isn’t life weird? When are things ever truly predictable or safe... and if they are, is that even what you want?

I’ve grown a lot these past few years. Not voluntarily — not at first. It felt more like survival at first, trying to avoid what I deeply felt. But somewhere along the way, that survival shifted into actually working through it.

The hardest part has been learning to sit in the in-between.
Letting go, but not erasing.
Seeing the love, but being okay with the loss.
Knowing it’s time to leave, but feeling unsure of where to go.
Noticing change and time passing, wanting so badly to hold on, but also craving whatever is coming next.

Can I be okay in between all of that?
I won’t say I am — but I’m definitely not as scared of it anymore.
And gratefully, I have the time, the space, the paper, and the gift to share a little bit of the way through.