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I Couldn’t Help but Wonder…

When did I stop writing things down?

November, apparently.

Which feels ironic, because if there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s romanticize my own chaos.

I didn’t mean to disappear. I just got busy living a life that didn’t ask for captions or conclusions. Somewhere between school schedules, half-sewn dresses, flights booked and unbooked, and a closet that tells more stories than my Notes app ever could… I stopped pressing publish.

And instead, I pressed pause.

But today, I am back! And I need to thank my friend and photographer, Danny Weiser from Weiser Photography for being the support I needed to show up again. (The updated pictures on this site are all by Danny!)

The Space Between Posts

Here’s the thing no one really talks about: sometimes you don’t stop creating — you just stop narrating it. Which I know sounds wild in a world that documenting every move is the new norm.

The last few months have been filled with quiet moments that didn’t beg to be shared. Outfits worn for no one but myself. Trips where I didn’t document every angle. Ideas that stayed half-formed, like sentences you don’t quite finish because you already know how they feel.

In that space, I got lost in stories again. The kind where you forget to check your phone. Where one chapter turns into three, and suddenly it’s much later than you meant it to be. I rememebered how good it feels to disappear into someone else’s world - to let the words lead for a while.

Reading has become my pause button. My escape. My quiet rebellion against always “on”. And somewhere between dog-eared pages and underlined lines, I fell back in love with it - not as a habit, but as a feeling.

It wasn’t burnout.

It was distance.

Coming Back to Myself

Somewhere between chapters, I noticed something shift. My attention felt fuller. My thoughts felt less scattered. I wasn’t rushing to translate every experience into something shareable — I was just having it.

And in a strange way, reading reminded me how much I love stories in all forms. The ones on the page. The ones in my closet. The ones unfolding quietly in real time.

Creativity felt softer again. Less forced. More instinctual.

What I’m Carrying Forward

This isn’t me stepping away forever — it’s me stepping back differently.

I still love style. I still love travel. I still love creating something from nothing. But I want this space to feel like an invitation, not a performance. A place where things can unfold slowly. Where not every moment needs a caption, and not every thought needs a conclusion.

You’ll see more personal reflections here. More details that feel lived-in. More inspiration pulled from real life — books I can’t put down, pieces I’m wearing on repeat, places that leave an imprint long after I’ve left them.

And Just Like That…

I’m writing again.

Not because I caught up.

Not because I figured it all out.

But because this feels like the right place to be — right now.

And I couldn’t help but wonder… maybe the best stories aren’t the ones we rush to tell — they’re the ones we take our time living.

— Missy 🤍