Darling Reader,
It feels like forever since I’ve sat down here with you. I’ve missed this space, missed the way words seem to bridge the quiet between us. Life has a way of pulling us into its tides, and for a while, I let myself drift. Somehow, it was easier and harder all at once.
It wasn’t that the words escaped me, but that I was too exhausted most days to bring them to life. And, in full transparency, I was afraid of the things I wanted to say—afraid of allowing myself to be that vulnerable again. Life has asked so much of me these past few years that I wanted to stop giving so much of myself. I was burning out constantly, while also piling on more pressure. I was my own worst enemy, and only now am I learning how to be a better friend to myself.
Sometimes we need to step away in order to return differently. Softer. Clearer. With a little more honesty in our hands. That’s where I find myself now: not trying to make up for lost time, but simply beginning again.
There is no such thing as the perfect time. So I am leaping with both feet and trusting I can carry myself to the next shore. I return with gratitude, with new stories, and with the same hope that has always lived in me: that what I write here will meet you where you are, and maybe offer a little light along the way.
I’m glad to be back. And I’m grateful to have you here with me.
Always,
Samantha
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