It’s been a while.

I keep telling myself I’ll write more, and then I don’t. Life gets full — work, walks, audiobooks, grandkids, playlists. Instagram is easier. But easier isn’t always better, and I miss this space.

I posted my 2025 books list, which felt like a good first step. Baby steps count.

I didn’t have a theme word this year, and that bothered me more than it should have. I love the ritual of choosing one — CORE felt so right in 2024, LISTEN was perfect for 2025 — but this year the word wouldn’t come. Maybe that’s okay. Maybe some years are just about finding your footing again.

So here I am, finding my footing.

I want to write about books, obviously. But also about small things I’m grateful for. About music and walks and the people I love. About what I’m reading and why it matters and what it made me feel. I’ve been doing all of those things — I just haven’t been writing them down here.

That changes now. Or at least, I’m going to try.

Thanks for still being here, if you are