The Return.

I broke the seal.

I’ve been off social for a year.

And it’s been the most impactful year of my adult life.

As I could feel the truth of my return coming through, I wasn’t sure how to put it all into words. So I was waiting until the impulse to share was ripe.

In the end, the first share wasn’t about me and my resurrection at all. It was without fanfare: irresistible and deeply personal. I was moved beyond thought into clicking ‘post’. I couldn’t deny its need:

My beautiful 7-year-old daughter facing her biggest fear by dressing up a creepy clown for Halloween.

And nailing it. 😂

(It was also clumsy. I was like which button is it again?! And forget about reels. And in perfect ego-crushing fashion, the camera on my iPhone 13 is actual shit).

So the door to share is back open.

I haven’t known quite how to put the last year of my experience into words yet, but I will try over the next series of posts to fill you in - because the work I did in that quiet, dark, deep space was painfully exquisite.

And essential.

Big and beautiful and disorienting shifts that formed me and shaped me and rubbed my edges down.

(Not pictured - the dark brunette hair I sported for the last year as I integrated the rage of my inner adolescent whose hair it was. Hair is an energetic thing. I’ll do a post on it)

I’m easier now. Softer. Open for connection. In fact, I desire it.

And I have questions. Questions only my social media community can answer. So thank you for welcoming me back.

For some of you my absence has been painful and confusing. I own it wasn’t well communicated. Know, it wasn’t personal. It wasn’t just you.

Some have known the space I was in without me needing to tell them. Thank you for holding me as I held myself.

I love you. I always have.

More Soon,
❤️Steffie