Always...Flirty and Fabulous

I never planned to disappear from writing for this long. Five years — wow, it still feels surreal to even say it. After publishing my book in 2020, I decided to take a break from writing… from creating. Writing Metamorfosis was definitely my proudest achievement, but after almost two years of writing, this girl was exhausted.

So I stopped writing. Stopped taking photos. Stopped pushing myself to create.

But I still danced, still moved, still learned and unlearned so many parts of myself. I traveled the world, tried new things, fell in and out of love. Oh, still juggling two jobs and a few hobbies. But for a long time, I just didn’t want to put any of it into words.

Then, on a recent trip to Tokyo, I caught myself scrolling endlessly through Instagram, searching for sentences that could comfort me. I was tired — tired of the noise, tired of the speed, tired of the endless scroll. And suddenly, I felt this ache for something I used to love: a quiet little corner of the internet where I could show up as myself. A place to read, to write, to share, to feel inspired again.

A blog. I know — in 2025, starting a blog is basically showing up to a party everyone left years ago. But if you’ve known me long enough, you know I used to have one. I wrote because it kept me sane, grounded, human.

But here’s the thing no one tells you about walking away from something you love: even when you’re not doing it, it still lives inside you. The longer I stayed away from writing, the more it felt like I was losing tiny pieces of myself — the pieces that knew how to turn heartbreak into humor, chaos into clarity, and insecurity into something soft.

When I look back, everything started with that tiny blog. The opportunities, the travels, the jobs I once dreamed of — Disney, Spotify, Pinterest — they all began from a place of joy. Not strategy. Not algorithms. Joy.

The joy of creating. The joy of sharing. The joy of being brave enough to try again.

And now, after five years, I’m returning with a new name: Flirty & Fabulous. No, not because I always feel flirty. Not because my life is consistently fabulous. God knows I mostly work from home with messy hair and the same clothes. But because those two words hold the energy I want to live in: playful, bold, soft, curious, magnetic. The kind of energy I hope every woman feels when she lands here.

So, here I am — back at the little corner of the internet I’ve missed. With a new name. A new chapter. And the same old love for turning life into words. Flirty & Fabulous.

Welcome to Flirty & Fabulous. I’m so glad we both found our way back.

More to come….