The Silence Between My Words

For a while, I’ve been quiet.

Not because I had nothing to say—but because I’ve been learning how to say it now, as I am. I’ve been rediscovering my voice and who I’m becoming in this chapter of my life. And that journey has taken time, space, and stillness.

I used to think silence meant I was slipping away from my purpose. That if I wasn’t constantly creating, performing, or producing, I was somehow less of an artist, less of a writer, less me. But now I see it differently.

In this pause, I’ve been breathing through the noise of everyday life—parenting, working, building, dreaming—all while trying to listen to the deeper parts of myself that often get drowned out. There is so much I want to do. So many stories I want to tell. But I’m also navigating competing priorities, and learning (sometimes the hard way) that I can’t pour from an empty well.

The truth is, I’m still finding my rhythm again. Still choosing to show up for myself even when the timing isn’t perfect, even when the words come slowly. This silence wasn’t empty—it was preparation. And in it, I’ve grown.

So if you’ve been wondering where I’ve been: I’ve been here, becoming. And I’m grateful to be stepping back into this space—with honesty, with intention, and with love.

Let’s keep going. Even quietly.

If you’ve ever found yourself in the quiet, unsure but still becoming—share your story with me in the comments.

Let’s create a space where silence is honored, growth is celebrated, and we remind each other: you’re not alone on this journey back to your voice.