Vannology

I’ve been neglectful of this blog, a quiet corner in my heart.

I haven’t cherished it the way I should, haven’t poured into it the love it once inspired in me. Life swept me into its chaos, and though I never stopped writing, I stopped sharing. So much has changed that I hardly know where to begin.

In this long, lingering season off—season in the film sense, not the calendar kind—I’ve been juggling it all: the photography business, motherhood, and what feels like a midlife awakening disguised as a crisis. A loooong intermission between who I was and who I’m still becoming.

I’ve missed rereading my own words, tracing how my thoughts once moved across the page—how life, and my voice, have shifted in tandem. My neglect ran so deep that I didn’t even visit Vannology. “I was just so busy,” I told myself. What a lame ass excuse.

And yet, here I am—softly returning, forgiving, rediscovering.

Grateful for the silence that taught me to listen. Proud of how far I’ve come, even when the path felt uncertain. I’m choosing myself again, for the millionth time, remembering that loving myself often begins with the simple act of doing what I love most.

See you in a couple days,