A Pause Button

When I am writing, I feel alive. I feel safe. I feel good. Because nobody can silence me. And I am brave enough to speak out—to myself and to you. I transform my feelings into words, my observations into phrases, my thoughts into passages. Nothing feels more liberating than writing. I cannot imagine a life without it.

But then there are times, like this summer, when I needed to take a break. To feel myself, to reconnect with myself, to dig deeper into what drives me—what makes me feel alive other than my writing.

Because I write, I live. Writing is a kind of reflection, not a refuge. It’s about opening my world, not closing it.

But the pause button was profound. It allowed me to be more present in life, to spend time with people I love, to have meaningful conversations with strangers while waiting in line at a shop, to watch nature, to feel the grass while playing with my dog Fistik.

I spent a lot of time traveling—being close to the ocean, and then the mountains. I was connected to nature, to myself, to my past, to my future.

I wasn't reading or thinking about my life, my past, or what the future holds. I just let all the feelings flow through my soul, my heart, through my veins. All the bad feelings from my past—it was their time now.

And while I was feeling, I couldn’t write. I didn’t write because I needed to feel the pain, to be more alive, to be closer to life, to wake up, and to take action for my future.

I also needed to embrace everything wonderful about life: love, joy, excitement. I am ready for uncertainty now. I am open to new things.

And now I am here, writing again. Feeling alive. Feeling safe. Feeling good.