What is love to you? Let me tell you.

When I think about love lately, I have an overwhelming desire to fall in love with myself again.

I became a mother at the beginning of the lockdowns and have since had two kids that have grown into vivacious little toddlers. My son just turned two and in the hustle of bustle of celebrating him, I was lost in mourning the woman that's been missing. Who I look in the mirror at everyday has been a vacant face starring back at me, someone I don't recognize.

I'm turning 30 at the end of this month and I've been working hard to find pieces of the me that made me feel proud of my creativity and passion for life. Allowing myself more time to do what I enjoy has given me back the voice I felt left me long ago. It turns out, writing has been the spark I needed to fire me up about creating again.