64 days and a deep breath

For 64 days, I showed up here, writing, posting, sharing.
Yesterday, I did not.

Not because I was done. Not because I had nothing left to say.
Just life. A different rhythm. A skipped beat. And I let it pass.

No drama. No guilt. Just a pause.

I wanted to acknowledge it, not as a failure but as part of the process.
A breath between pages. A quiet moment before continuing.

And quietly, I wondered if it was noticed.
Not because I need to be seen, but because lately I have been thinking about presence.
About whether absence leaves a trace.
Sometimes we speak into the quiet and do not know who is listening. But maybe someone is.

Maybe it matters. Maybe it does not.
Still, I am here again. Writing. Showing up.
Because this space still is home.
And because it matters to me.

Let us see where it goes from here.

Have a good day ❤️💜