Getting Back to Me: Reclaiming My Pen After a Five-Year Hiatus

Baby, let me tell you something—it’s been a long five years. And I mean long. I took a step back from my writing, not realizing that step was about to turn into a whole journey. Life got in the way, and honestly, I was just trying to keep my head above water. Juggling work, being a mama, and dealing with life’s ups and downs had me putting my pen down and settling into a good life when I knew deep down I was meant for something great.

But then, girl, I turned 40. And that milestone? It hit different. See, there’s something about that number that wakes you up and makes you realize how precious your time really is. All those dreams you’ve had? The ones you’ve tucked away and put off because life got busy? Well, baby, those dreams start calling your name a little louder when you hit that big 4-0.

Chile, the hardest part was finding the time and the headspace to write. You see, writing ain’t just about putting words on paper. It’s about tapping into that special place in your mind, where creativity flows and those stories come alive. And after five years of being out the game, finding my way back to that place wasn’t easy. It’s like there was this wall between me and my imagination—a wall I built with my doubts, fears, and distractions.

But then came my people—my friends and family who know me better than I know myself. They saw me settling into this comfortable life, and baby, they weren’t having it. They spoke life into me when I didn’t have the words for myself. Reminded me of who I was and what I was capable of. They pulled my cards, told me I had a story that needed to be heard, and they weren’t about to let me forget it.

It’s something powerful about having people in your corner who see the greatness in you, even when you can’t see it for yourself. They nudged me, sometimes straight-up pushed me, to get out of my own way. And that’s when it hit me: I had to stop playing small and step into the greatness I’ve been called to.

So, here I am, getting my wind back. Finally tapping into that place where my stories come alive and my creativity runs wild. Because when you know you’re meant for more, baby, you can’t just settle for good. You have to strive for great. So to anyone out there feeling stuck or scared to start again, let me tell you: don’t let life’s distractions keep you from the path you’re meant to walk. Dust off those dreams and put your greatness into motion.

Girl, it’s time to reclaim your wind and let it carry you right into your purpose.