If you told me last year that I’d be back here—writing, creating, sharing bits of my mind online—I honestly might’ve laughed. Or cried. Or both. (Definitely both.)
Because these past 3 (4?) months hasn’t been the kind of growth I expected. Wasn't what I'm used to. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t viral. It didn’t come with a marching band or “milestone unlocked” moment.
Instead, it’s been softer. Slower. But real.
The kind of growth that sneaks up on you, like when a friend randomly mentions an old blog post you assumed no one read. Or when someone slides into your messages—not to ask for a favor, but just to say,
"Hey, I see you."
And that? That has meant everything.
I always thought I had to be the very, very best to be worth noticing. Prettier, flashier, better. But the past months have shown me that maybe just being myself—thoughts messy, ideas half-formed, heart on sleeve—is enough.
So here’s me, pausing mid-journey to say:
Thank you, I appreciate you.
Thank you to everyone who’s been quietly supporting me.
To those who read my rambles.
To those who believe in me when I forget to believe in myself.
To those who remind me that this weird little thing I do matters.
This year has been full of surprises, but your quiet encouragement? The silent taps and touches during IRL meets? That’s the plot twist I didn’t see coming—but desperately needed.
So yes, I’ll keep creating. Not because I’m chasing success, but because I’m grateful. And honestly? Because I’m a little stubborn like that.
Here’s to growth that doesn’t need to shout.
And to all of you who’ve been listening anyway.
With all my love (and a slightly irrational heart),
Nessa.
If you told me last year that I’d be back here—writing, creating, sharing bits of my mind online—I honestly might’ve laughed. Or cried. Or both. (Definitely both.)
Because these past 3 (4?) months hasn’t been the kind of growth I expected. Wasn't what I'm used to. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t viral. It didn’t come with a marching band or “milestone unlocked” moment.
Instead, it’s been softer. Slower. But real.
The kind of growth that sneaks up on you, like when a friend randomly mentions an old blog post you assumed no one read. Or when someone slides into your messages—not to ask for a favor, but just to say,
"Hey, I see you."
And that? That has meant everything.
I always thought I had to be the very, very best to be worth noticing. Prettier, flashier, better. But the past months have shown me that maybe just being myself—thoughts messy, ideas half-formed, heart on sleeve—is enough.
So here’s me, pausing mid-journey to say:
Thank you, I appreciate you.
Thank you to everyone who’s been quietly supporting me.
To those who read my rambles.
To those who believe in me when I forget to believe in myself.
To those who remind me that this weird little thing I do matters.
This year has been full of surprises, but your quiet encouragement? The silent taps and touches during IRL meets? That’s the plot twist I didn’t see coming—but desperately needed.
So yes, I’ll keep creating. Not because I’m chasing success, but because I’m grateful. And honestly? Because I’m a little stubborn like that.
Here’s to growth that doesn’t need to shout.
And to all of you who’ve been listening anyway.
With all my love (and a slightly irrational heart),
Nessa.
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