2025, the sweet smell of a new year.

Welcome back to my blog. I think it’s been, what, three years now since I last posted?

Last time we chatted, I had just moved 11 hours away from everything I knew. I was in a completely new state, with completely new friends, and no family.

I think I somehow lost my love for both journalism and my introvertedness along the way. Actually, I lost myself throughout most of that journey. But, thankfully, by the end of it, I had found friends who helped restore pieces of myself that I had forgotten.

The same thing happened at the beginning of 2024. I moved to Nashville (eek!) to be closer to family, and I was really excited for a fresh start.

But I was still broken.

I had no clue who I was, what I wanted, who I was called to be. I had truly forgotten my purpose.

By the grace and mercy of God, I have community once again. One that speaks life into me and every situation I walk into. I have a deeper relationship with them, my family, and Christ.

Now that we’re done with that catch up, I can truly say I believe this is what I’m meant to be doing; what I’m called to do. Teach other people how to step out of their comfort zone, but also show them they don’t have to change to fit into any box. That their introvertedness is what makes them, them. And they shouldn’t be ashamed of that.

I hope you’ll stick around again.