And so... we meet again, blog! ♡𐙚

 

So… it’s been a minute. Or months, actually.

My last post was all about being buried in work and feeling completely burnt out. And that was true. I was drowning in deadlines, and life felt like one never-ending to-do list. Honestly, I was just trying to survive the chaos.

But things have changed—kind of unexpectedly. The crazy workload slowed down (not by choice, let’s just say that), and suddenly I had something I hadn’t had in a long time: time. Not just five-minute-break kind of time. Actual time. The kind that makes you sit there and go, “Wait, what do I do with this?”

At first, I didn’t know. I felt weird, honestly. After months—years—of go, go, go, sitting still felt… off. But now that I’ve had a bit of space, I’m starting to ease back into the things I used to enjoy. Like writing. Like this blog.

I’ve been feeling this quiet nudge to come back here. To write again. To reconnect with this version of myself I kinda forgot about. I miss this little space. This little corner of the internet that doesn't move a mile a minute, that doesn’t demand perfect lighting or bite-sized captions. Just words. Just thoughts. Just me.

And today, I did something I haven’t done in a while—I went for a walk.

At first, I didn’t want to. I was scared, honestly. I had no one to go with, and that made me want to stay in. But then I stopped and asked myself: what exactly am I afraid of? And I realized… it was just the gaze of strangers. People I don’t even know. And people who, realistically, don’t care. So why was I holding myself back for them?

So I went. Alone. I walked and ended up hitting 8,000 steps. It’s not a big number, and maybe it’s not even enough—but it’s a start. And today, that felt like a win. I passed by people jogging, running, strolling—different ages, different social statuses, different everything. And somewhere along the path, a stranger greeted me with a kind “good evening.” I was caught off guard so I just smiled, but it warmed my heart. Funny how little things like that can lift you up.

Anyway, I’m happy I’m back in this quiet little space.

If you've been here a while, you already know the drill—my posts tend to come in waves. Long gaps. Sporadic updates. The occasional “hi, I’m back” energy. It's not that I don't want to write. It's just... life. Life happens. And sometimes, it pulls you so far from yourself that even logging into your blog feels like a task. But somehow, I keep finding my way back here.

I’m not promising anything big. No full-on content calendar, no deep life updates (not yet, anyway). Just me, showing up again—little by little.

To be honest, I’ve always had a love-hate thing with putting myself out there. I like sharing the good stuff, the aesthetic stuff. But I also enjoy keeping people guessing. There’s something fun about being half-open, half-mystery. I love posting pretty moments, but I also love disappearing. I love being seen, but I really love being unknown. I don’t know if that makes sense, but if you’ve ever felt the same—hi, you’re not alone.

So again and again, here I am, crawling back to my blog, one post at a time. No pressure. No full-blown comeback plan. Just me, trying to figure things out again, slowly.

I still don’t know who reads blogs in 2025, but if you’re here—thank you. Whether you’re a regular, someone who stumbled in by accident, or just lurking (we love a quiet reader), I’m happy you made it to the end of this ramble.

Let’s romanticize the restart. 🤍

→ If this post made you feel a little seen, leave a comment or just drop a “hi.” I’d love to know who’s out there. And if you’re also easing your way back into something—you got this.

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