There’s Never a Right Time to Start Anew

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I can feel that autumn is here now. Walking bare feet in a gloomy apartment, taking turns between office chair and the soft couch. It’s only just September, but the late summer we’ve all been waiting for seems out of sight.

Bare feet and cold, with a thick sweater on. Bringing myself to the couch so I can cover my frozen feet in a blanket. Today, working looks like this. Glancing out the window, where once the sun used to shine and lure me out, now rest a grey and damp view. Autumn is here, keeping everyone busy again. There are multiple projects waiting at my desk. I’m thankful and excited, and also seduced by anxiety. Picking up my phone, wondering if I want to open Instagram. Some days I just don’t have the inspiration to be on. Today is one of those days.

And let it be so.

It’s been so long since I wrote a blog post, in a public space that is my platform. Sharing photos that I’ve taken purely for the blog. Thousands of hours spent on thinking how and where to take this story, what style of writing and content it should have. What works for me, what makes me most excited to create and share again? It’s still terrifying at times to put yourself and your heart out on the web. In the end, I realise I can only be me. Changing to a different format isn’t necessarily going to make it easier or better.

“There’s never a right time to start anew”, I wrote almost a year ago. It never is, so I am just going to jump into this.


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