The last couple of weeks has been a lot – work, life, and a surprise visit from COVID (which defiantly wasn’t on my list of welcome visits). In between coughs, cups of tea and endless naps, I’ve been in a fog, physically and mentally.

I’ve managed to completely lose my voice for a while – my partner found the peace way too amusing. I’ve felt stretched thin, like I’m running on fumes. There’s a weight in the silence of these weeks – the weight of I should be “doing more”, of worrying I’m letting things slip, of trying to keep everything balanced when my own body (and mind) are telling me to slowdown.

At one point, I ran out of tea – truly a sign that things were dire!

But here I am – back to writing, even if my voice feels a bit scratchy and my thoughts are still gathering themselves. I’m learning that it’s okay to pause, to catch my breath, to show up imperfectly.

In the midst of the chaos, there have been bright moments: the warm snuggles from the cats, the laughter of my partner at my rusty attempts to talk. Getting out ofd bed. All the little wins.

So, here’s to being back and finding my feet again, slowly but surely. I’m grateful you are also here for this journey.

Now, tea!