A couple of years ago, I stopped writing here. At first, it was just small gaps between posts. I told myself I’d come back in a week or two, that it was just a busy spell, that I’d find the time and the words again. But the gaps grew longer, weeks became months, and eventually it felt easier to step away completely.
When I looked back, I felt like I’d let something slip through my fingers. I had built a blog that mattered to me, one that gave me an outlet, a place to share, and a space that felt like my own. Walking away from it wasn’t a decision I made in one moment. It was a slow kind of thing, one I barely noticed until it had already happened.
For a long time, I carried the feeling that I had failed it. Failed the space I had created, failed the rhythm of writing, failed the people who had taken time to read. But mostly, I felt like I had failed myself. Writing has always been something I turned to when I needed clarity, and yet when I needed it most, I couldn’t find the words.
The truth is, I was stuck. Life had shifted. My head was busy, my heart was heavy, and sitting down to put words together became harder than it had ever been. Every time I tried, I overthought it. What do I write? What’s worth sharing? What if it doesn’t land? What if I’ve already said too much? The questions piled up until the simplest thing, writing a paragraph, felt impossible. So I let it go.
At first, stepping away felt like relief. I told myself I needed the break. But as time passed, that relief turned into avoidance. The longer I stayed away, the more it grew into something bigger than just “I haven’t written in a while.” It became a weight. The idea of coming back felt intimidating. What do you say after disappearing for so long? How do you pick up where you left off when you don’t even feel like the same person anymore?
I don’t have a perfect answer. But I’ve realised this: silence doesn’t need to be explained. Life happens. Sometimes we have the energy to show up and share, and sometimes we don’t. It doesn’t mean the door is closed forever. It just means it’s been waiting until the time feels right.
So why now? Why start writing again? Because I’ve missed it. I’ve missed having a space where I can put things down without worrying about whether they’re “good enough.” I’ve missed the process of writing itself, the discipline of sitting down, the small satisfaction of pressing publish, and the conversations that sometimes follow.
I don’t know exactly what this blog will look like from here. I’m not promising a strict schedule or a clear theme. I’m not promising polished essays or long, thought-out arguments. What I can promise is honesty. Some posts might be long, some might be short. Some might be reflective, some might be light. What matters is showing up again, even when it feels uncertain.
If you’ve read here before, thank you. Thank you for taking the time, thank you for checking back even after the silence, and thank you for giving your attention to something I wrote. If you’re new here, welcome. You’re coming in at a point of restart, and maybe that’s a good thing.
This blog has always been personal. It’s never been about trying to impress or build numbers. It’s been about connection, expression, and having somewhere to place the things that don’t always fit elsewhere. That’s what I want to return to.
I’ve had to remind myself that there’s no such thing as failing a blog. A blog isn’t a job with a deadline. It isn’t a test you pass or fail. It’s a space you create, and like any space, sometimes you’re in it often and sometimes you’re not. What matters is whether you still want to keep the door open. And I do.
So this is me starting again. Not with a big declaration, but with one post. One page. One attempt at writing something that feels true in this moment. It’s not about catching up on everything that’s happened or filling the silence with an explanation. It’s simply about moving forward from here.
Maybe the words will come easily this time. Maybe they won’t. Either way, I’m showing up again, and that feels like enough.
Here’s to picking up where I left off.
As always, For Francesca and Leo xxx
FOR FRANCESCA 