Why I stepped away from blogging
There's a gap in the archive here. A year where nothing was written, and I want to tell you why, because I think the why matters more than the apology.
I went through the hardest year of my life. I lost my ability to speak for over fifteen hours, landed in hospital, and spent the better part of a year learning what burnout actually does to a person who thought she had it all figured out. I've written about that experience separately, because it deserves its own space. But the short version is this: I came out the other side with a different relationship to rest, to honesty, and to what I actually want this space to be.
Why this blog needed to change
When I first started writing here, it was mostly for me. A habit, a creative outlet, something to keep my mind moving outside of a demanding job. That's still part of it. But what became crystal clear during the hardest months of this year is that I want this to be something more than a personal record.
A place for women to feel less alone
I want this to be a place for women specifically. A place where we can say the true, unglamorous things out loud without bracing for judgment. A place that feels familiar rather than aspirational, somewhere to be inspired to live a little slower, a little more wholehearted, a little more honest about the parts of life that don't photograph well.
That's the blog that's coming back now. Not the version that existed before everything fell apart, but the one that exists because it did.
