I have to hold my hands up and say this year, this newsletter has been inconsistent. This newsletter has been a real constant in my adult years; it has given me a routine as I’ve navigated house moves, marriage and motherhood. It has selfishly allowed me to share thoughts and make sense of a world that twists and turns at a pace most of us struggle to keep up with.

This year, like most years has brought some real life lessons and experiences. From grief, to watching one of my closest friends get married, to friends experiencing pregnancy for the first, second or even third time. Experiencing these events through the eyes and ears of my closest girlfriends has been beautiful, but to live in a space where the sweetest joy and painful sorrow exist can be mind-twisting.

In the midst of experiencing life, I stopped writing. Maybe it’s writer’s block, or maybe I just fell down that unfortunate black hole where you lose confidence in how to do your job, or at least part of it. Usually, I would fight through, take a few weeks off, sit back at my desk and force myself to write, but I decided to sit in it and understand that there is a fragility in our confidence and ability to do a job, even when we have years of experience behind us.