Welcome!

Hello world…..

Gosh… it’s been a hot minute.

If you’re reading this, I’m genuinely so glad you found your way here.

Whether you’ve known my writing before or you’re brand new to this little corner of the internet, welcome. Truly. Pull up a chair, make yourself a cuppa (coffee absolutely counts), and stay a while.

I’ve missed this – like really missed it.

A couple of years ago, I quietly disappeared. I deleted websites. Social media. Podcasts. All of it. Not in a dramatic “burn it all down and walk away in slow motion” kind of way… but more in a “I cannot keep doing this anymore” kind of way.

Life had become a lot. Too much, really.

Work, writing, content, trying to keep up with everything online, being a mum, juggling responsibilities, trying to be everything everywhere all at once… and somewhere in the middle of it, I realised I wasn’t really living anymore. I was just managing. Burnout hit again – you think I would have learned my lesson the first time eh? but seriously – single parent life is something else, let me tell you. Though I am blessed with a great co-parent. Its still not easy doing it on your own.

And I was tired.

Properly tired.

So I stopped.

Not for a break. Not for a reset. I just… stopped.

And in the quiet that followed, something unexpected happened. I started to hear myself again. The silent whisper (that had stopped for a period of time) slowly came back.

I frequently love to take silent moments to just sit and be. The noise of the world is far too much for me at times and I love a good retreat. Because THAT silence is where I can finally hear the silent or not so silent whisper.

And in that time and space, my faith system changed and became something steadier. Not loud. Not performative. Just quietly grounding me in ways I didn’t fully have words for at the time.

But more than anything… I started coming back to myself.

Or maybe… I met the version of myself I’d been looking for all along. I have always been a ‘seeker’ a spiritual seeker especially after working with people at their most vulnerable. Its kind of hard not to start seeking and asking questions.

But most of all, I came home to the woman who still believes stories matter.

The woman who laughs far too loudly at the wrong moments. Who will walk like an Egyptian down the supermarket isle or break out in song in my car listening to my favourite music.

The woman who cries over fictional characters in movies and in books, like they’re real people (because let’s be honest… sometimes they feel like they are).

The hopeless romantic who still believes people can heal… and love again.

The one who still gets a bit giddy over connection, chemistry, and the kind of love that actually feels safe and deeper than any surface level anything – Fun Fact: I stopped watching the news over 8 years ago because it all felt so surface, grimey and fear based. You see, I love love, I love good news stories, I love……yep – why? because when you have witnessed human pain there comes a time in life where all you want to see is only love, light and healthy relationships.

The one who knows life is messy, layered, and beautifully complicated.

Because none of us are only one thing. We’re beautifully complicated.

And I think that’s what makes us interesting.

This new space feels different to anything I’ve created before.

I’m not trying to build something perfect. I’m not trying to constantly perform or keep up or be everywhere all at once. I’m simply building a place that feels like coming home. A place for stories. For writing updates and behind-the-scenes chaos.

For romance and books and the characters who refuse to behave.

For laughter, reflection, and the little ordinary moments that somehow end up meaning the most.

And yes… every now and then, you’ll probably catch glimpses of my faith woven through these pages too.

Not as a label.

Not as a performance.

Just as part of who I am.

Like my humour – that is a little dark and a little naughty….

Like my love of stories – good heart felt deep rooted stories of overcoming.

Like the way I tend to feel things deeply.

So here I am.

Starting again.

Again.

But this time, it doesn’t feel like starting over.

It feels like coming home.

And I’m really glad you’re here at the beginning of it with me.

With love,
Kristy