10/22/2025
I don’t even know anymore if I’m not showing up as my authentic self, or if I’m just… changing. The things I used to love, the things that used to light me up, they don’t feel the same anymore. And maybe that’s okay. Maybe I was hiding parts of myself before, afraid of judgement, afraid that my jagged edges wouldn’t be loved the way my soft, perfectly round ones were.
Maybe this isn’t me losing pieces of myself, maybe it’s me finally meeting the parts I never let breathe. Maybe the breeze really is different now. I feel it on my skin, in the way my thoughts shift, in the way my energy wants to move through the world.
I’ve been taking this time off because it feels like my interests are shifting, like the way I want to show up here, online, publicly, professionally, is about to be a lot different. And that’s scary, and exciting, and maybe even exactly what’s supposed to happen.
I’ll always remember my business for what it was, but it is evolving, as I am evolving. And maybe the real question isn’t whether people will still love it, or me, but whether I can finally love all of me, the rough and raw and jagged and imperfect bits alongside the polished and curated ones.
Maybe I’m not disappearing. Maybe I’m unfolding.