17/07/2025
Today is Day One.
Six months postpartum.
Half a year.
Iâve always been fascinated by time.
But never like now.
Giving birthâbringing life to my daughter, Umayaâ
brought me through a portal.
A kind of rebirth, too.
I crossed alongside her.
As sheâs grownâ
in length, in weight, in laughter,
as sheâs learned to sit, to crawlâ
my mind stretched.
My heart broke open.
My body ached
in ways I never thought imaginable.
I needed time.
Time that felt like a silk scarf
caught in the braids of the wind.
Dancing just out of reach.
Beautiful. Untouchable.
Impossible to hold.
But today, Iâm giving myself permission.
To start over.
To begin. Again.
This week, I remembered:
I need to come back to myself.
To meditate. To write.
To have intentional moments that belong to me.
These past months felt like hibernation.
I was underground.
And nowâI feel like a snowdrop,
piercing through winter soil.
Eager to share its quiet strength,
its quiet beauty.
Maybe this is rambling.
But itâs Day One.
Iâm giving myself permission
to start anewâ
and let this journey unfold.
For the very first time.
This space will reflect that.
And where it will turn,
Iâm as curious as ever.