On coming back

There’s a particular kind of silence that follows a creative pause - not the restful kind, but the one filled with half-written sentences and ideas left waiting. For months I’ve been meaning to return here, to this small corner of the internet that once held my thoughts before life became louder.

But creativity, like confidence, doesn’t always return on command. It comes back slowly - through the act of showing up, even when inspiration hasn’t RSVP’d.

So here I am, showing up again.

In the years since I last wrote, life has become fuller, messier, and more textured - personally, professionally, and internally. And somewhere in the midst of all that, I realised I missed this space: the quiet discipline of writing, the pleasure of crafting meaning out of the everyday.

I want this to be the start of something steadier. Not polished essays produced under pressure, but small, honest reflections written consistently. Thoughts on the intersections of psychology, culture, love, ambition, and what it means to keep evolving.

If the earlier posts were snapshots of who I was becoming, this new chapter is about integration - not reinvention, but return.

So here’s to beginnings, however belated. To writing again. To choosing consistency over perfection, and truth over performance.