You know how people say “life happens”? Well, life didn’t just happen to me—life barged in like a toddler with muddy shoes, knocked over all my routines, and yelled, “Surprise! You’re now a businesswoman, a book-launcher, and an employee with a ‘real job’—deal with it!”

And so I did. I dealt. But in the midst of dealing, juggling, pivoting, and other LinkedIn-y verbs, I did something truly unforgivable.

I ghosted my blog.

I also ghosted my morning walks. But let’s take this one betrayal at a time.

The Unraveling: A Slow Burn of Good Intentions

At first, it was innocent.

“Oh, I’ll skip one blog post—just this week. I’ll write two next week to make up for it.”

Spoiler alert: I did not write two next week.

Then came the new job (yay!) with its shiny projects, long hours, and mysterious acronyms. Then came the book launch (yay again!) which felt like birthing a child and then trying to promote that child on Instagram so it goes viral. And THEN came a sudden itch to start exploring new business ideas (yay but also what is wrong with me?).

It got to a point where every hour was booked, and if I dared to sit still for five minutes, I’d start twitching like a caffeine-addicted squirrel. And in that storm of productivity, I let go of two things that made me feel like me: writing here, and walking outside like a free-range human.

The Guilt (Oh, The Guilt)

You know that awful feeling when you remember a friend’s birthday… three days late… and you keep thinking “maybe if I pretend I was in a cave with no Wi-Fi, they’ll forgive me”?

Yeah, that’s how I feel about my blog. And my walking route. And my own soul, honestly.

Because deep down, I know better. I know that when I don’t write, I feel unmoored, like a buttered slice of toast that fell face down onto the kitchen floor. And when I don’t move my body, my thoughts get stuck—circling like laundry in a dryer on the never-ending spin cycle.

Rewriting the Story: Butter’s Big, Bold Recommitment

So here I am. Slipping back into my walking shoes and cracking my knuckles over my keyboard, ready to say:

I’m back, baby.

But not in a burnout-once-a-month kind of way. No, we’re doing this differently this time.

Here’s the new plan (don’t laugh):

Walking is a non-negotiable meeting with myself. I don’t cancel on friends, so I’m done canceling on me. Blogging is not “extra”—it’s essential. This is not a side thing. This is a soul thing. Busy isn’t a badge of honor. It’s a warning sign. If I’m too busy to do the things that give me joy, then I’m just busy being miserable. And that’s not the empire I want to build. Imperfect consistency is still consistency. I’m not aiming for perfection here—I’m aiming for momentum. Even if it’s a slow, awkward, slightly embarrassing waddle of momentum. Butter needs breathing room. Not everything needs to be a project. Some things can just be… nice. Like walking without counting steps. Like writing without worrying about SEO (okay fine, maybe just a sprinkle).

Final Thoughts (and a Friendly Nudge to You)

I think sometimes we let go of the things we love not because we don’t care, but because we think we have to. We think success comes at the price of stillness, that we can catch up with ourselves later.

But later never shows up unless we make it show up.

So if you’ve also ghosted something or someone—your art, your journaling, your dreams, your gym membership (RIP)—maybe this is your little sign from the universe (aka: me, in pajama pants) to gently bring it back. No guilt. Just a soft reset.

Let’s walk. Let’s write. Let’s remember who we are underneath the spreadsheets and screen time.

And let’s promise not to ghost ourselves again.

With love, late apologies, and a slightly sore back from my first walk in weeks,

Butter

P.S. Blog’s open again. Comment below if you’ve ghosted something that deserves a comeback. Let’s make a little reunion club. No judgment—only hugs and maybe some snacks.