Did You Miss Me?
I know it's been awhile.
For the past few weeks, every time I sat down to write, the words just...weren't there. Not because I didn't have thoughts, but because I couldn't quite figure out which ones deserved to be said out loud. Writer's block has a funny way of convincing you that silence is safer.
Then I went away.
Somewhere between the winding streets of St. Tropez, too many croissants (pronounced krwa·san if you're local), Aperol spritzes, and 20,000 steps a day; the fog finally lifted. I came home with renewed inspiration.
I remembered that I am, and always will be, my own muse.
The desire to write has thankfully also returned. Not because I suddenly have all the answers, but because I remembered how much I missed sharing the questions.
I'm not entirely sure you'll vibe with where this little corner of the internet is headed. These next few posts will probably read more like travel journals sprinkled with existential musings and cultural observations than traditional self-help.
The internet is a big place. If this isn't your vibe, there are plenty of other corners to explore.
But if you've been waiting for me to come back... here I am.
And I've missed you, too.
xo, LC

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