This is my first post.

Over the years, I’ve started writing—then stopped—more times than I can count. Each pause came with its own set of reasons: life happening, priorities shifting, growth demanding my full attention.

And yet, every return to writing feels like a small rebirth. A signal that a personal cycle has come full circle. Something has been learned, shed, transformed.

It’s like the classic story arc—the hero ventures out, stumbles, changes, and eventually comes home. And now, here I am again.

Photo by Yu H., my dear friend.