A Return to Self

It’s been a while since I’ve written here.
Long enough that I started to wonder if I’d ever find my way back to this space, this practice, this version of myself. 

The truth is I’ve been busy. Busy working. Busy leading. Busy mothering. Busy doing what so many of us do: showing up for everyone else, while quietly putting my own needs on pause.

And somewhere along the way, I lost touch with the part of me that writes to feel whole.
That reflects. That breathes. That slows down long enough to ask, “How am I really doing?”

The answer, for a while, was: not great. Life kept going — never stopping to ask if I was okay, if I needed anything, or if I was barely holding it together.
But maybe that continuous ebbs and flow of rising and falling, highs and lows was its way of asking.
Its way of reminding me to pay attention.
To myself.
To what hurts.
To what heals.

I haven’t been taking care of myself the way I should.
Not in the “bubble bath and candles” way — but in the real, hard, sustaining ways.
The rest. The silence. The boundaries.
The kind of care that says, “You’re allowed to stop.”
“You don’t have to carry it all.”
“You matter too.”

This season of silence wasn’t just about being too busy. It was about survival. I was pouring from an empty cup, telling myself that exhaustion was just part of the job, part of motherhood, part of leadership, part of life. But burnout doesn’t knock politely. It forces its way in. And eventually, I had to sit with the truth: I was running on fumes, and something had to change — especially if I wanted to show up happy, healthy and whole for my girls.

So here I am… returning.
Not with fanfare. Not with perfection. Just honesty.
A little more tender. A little more aware.
Trying, intentionally, to prioritize my own well-being, not just in theory, but in practice.

I’m writing again because I need to.
Because this space helps me reconnect with myself.
Because I need to be accountable to myself.
Because I know I’m not alone in this struggle to balance purpose and peace, work and wellness. 

And maybe, just maybe, you needed this reminder too:
You can press pause.
You can come home to yourself.
You can choose, again, to make space for your own healing. 

I’m starting over… not from scratch, but from experience.
And I’m inviting you to come along with me. 

Let’s reimagine what it means to be well. Together.