A Month Away, And a Whole Lot of Life in Between.

It’s been almost a month since I last showed up here…again…and this time it wasn’t because I ran out of steam, words or inspiration. Life simply swept me up and carried me through a stretch of days I’m still catching my breath from.

A few weeks ago, I found a lump in my breast. A large one. Hard, fast-growing, and terrifying in all the ways you’d expect. The kind of discovery that freezes time and rearranges your priorities in an instant. After appointments, imaging, and a lot of waiting that felt like holding my breath underwater, the doctors are 98% sure it’s benign. I can’t even describe the relief that washed over me, or the emotional whiplash of going from worst-case scenarios to cautious hope.

And then, because life is nothing if not ironic and wile and strangely poetic, my husband and I found out we’re expecting another baby. A new little life quietly growing while I was spiraling though fear about my own. It turns out pregnancy hormones can make benign breast lumps grow quickly, which may explain the sudden change that sent me into panic mode in the first place.

So yes… there has been a lot happening in our home and in my heart. Fear and gratitude. Anxiety and joy. Waiting and hoping. It’s been a month of holding opposites, of learning to breathe through uncertainty, and of remembering that life rarely unfolds in neat, manageable chapters.

But I’m here. I’m okay. And I’m easing my way back into this pace that has always felt like a soft landing. My plan is to return to posting 2-3 times a week, sharing the same honest reflections, gentle advocacy, and real-time life that this community has always held so kindly.

Thank you for being patient with me. Thank you for being here at all. I’m grateful for you, and I’m grateful for the chance to keep writing from the middle of it all.

While I could be trying harder, I’m just going to accept any progress as good progress.