Last week, I was supposed to return to blogging.

Instead, I started school.

And honestly, that feels like the most aligned reason for a delay.

For a long time, the idea of becoming an esthetician lived quietly in the back of my mind. It would resurface every now and then—usually during my skincare routine or while dreaming about a life that felt more aligned with who I’m becoming. But every time the thought came back, something else got in the way. Life happened. Fear showed up. Timing never felt perfect. And eventually, I’d let those things become excuses to walk away from the idea altogether.

But this time, I didn’t.

This time, I followed through.

I took every step. I filled out the paperwork. I asked the questions. I kept going—even when I wasn’t sure how everything would work out. There was a moment where I truly thought the cost would be the biggest hurdle, the thing that would stop me in my tracks. I had to sit with what this decision would require of me: longer days, less time at home, and sacrificing moments with my family that I deeply value.

That part wasn’t easy.

My days are now twelve hours long. Quality time looks different. Some evenings are quieter than I’d like. But when I zoom out and look at the bigger picture, I know this is a short-term sacrifice for a long-term goal—one that aligns with my creativity, my love for beauty, and the future I’m intentionally building.

What’s made this season even more meaningful is the support surrounding me. My family has been nothing but encouraging. My job worked with me and adjusted my schedule so I could attend classes. That kind of support doesn’t go unnoticed, and I’m deeply grateful for it.

And the best part?

I’m loving school.

I love learning again. I love being in an environment that excites me. I love knowing that I chose something for myself—and didn’t back away when it required commitment.

More than anything, this journey has reminded me of something I want you to know too:

It’s never too late to go after what you love.

It’s never too late to choose what brings you joy.

And it’s okay if it scares you.

Do it anyway.

Fear doesn’t mean you’re wrong—it often means you’re standing at the edge of growth. Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is take the step you’ve been talking yourself out of for years.

So yes, the blog is back. But more importantly, I am back—showing up for the life I’ve been quietly praying for, one courageous decision at a time.