And, scene!

 

Lets circle back to when I started the journey of my blog. I had courage, an enthusiasm so rich if it were a beam of light it would blind any onlooker with its purity.  It came at a time drenched with an undeniable uncertainty of life.  A probable default of my mind not knowing what is next. An idea took form. It grew, forging a path into my subtly crumbling world.

Writing my thoughts and feelings down felt so bold and enticing. A soft rebellion against my circumstances. I needed a voice to unveil what was unravelling in my world. In between phases, letting go and creating room. My intentions were as pure as can be, with adamant hope for a consistency that has built legacies and empires. I kept myself afloat.

Uncertainty doesn’t last forever. Like a season it passes, and a new chapter begins. One that brings light and greater hope. With this genesis my evolution takes a defined shape. A dream unfolds. Pursuit of who I am to become. The new journey in its right, is rewarding but yet so demanding. As it anchors, it begins to spread—growing into every corner of my life. It consumes my focus, my energy, and slowly engulfs this very space where I used to breathe. What once felt like an extension of my soul now waits quietly in the shadows as this unfolding dream preys on leisure.

Still, I miss it. The stillness of reflection, the freedom of expression, the unfiltered honesty that once spilled onto my pages without hesitation. Though my days are now spoken for by a journey that demands more than I sometimes have to give, this space - this voice - is never lost. Just paused. One day, when the season shifts again, I’ll return to it more whole, with deeper stories and sharper truths. Until then I carry it with me quietly, faithfully, like a promise I fully intend to keep.