It’s been a while.
Longer than I intended.
But here I am—finally sitting down, fingers on the keyboard, heart full of stories that haven’t had a place to land in a long time.

Life got loud

In the time since my last blog post, so much has changed. I’m now a mom of two: one born in 2015, and our newest little one joined us in 2023. That sentence alone holds a world of love, growth, noise, and never-ending to-do lists.

Between diapers, school runs, after-school activities and laundry mountains, I barely had time to finish a cup of coffee, let alone write a thoughtful blog post. Add work, home management, and the emotional labor of keeping everyone’s lives running… and blogging quietly took a back seat.

Not because I stopped caring. But because survival mode doesn’t leave much room for creativity.

The last few weeks? A whirlwind

On top of everything else, the past few weeks have been especially intense. While managing our Danceclass Anduvila project, my husband tore his Achilles tendon — right in the middle of what felt like the busiest time of the year.

At work, I was juggling several big client events. At home, we were deep in end-of-year emotions, as our son wrapped up primary school and prepared to move on to middle school. And of course, Danceclass rehearsals didn’t slow down either.

My husband now has to wear a VACOped boot and won’t be able to drive until at least the end of August. That means even more of the daily load falls to me. It’s been… a lot.

But somehow, in the chaos, I’ve been trying to find small moments of peace—and even gratitude.
The summer holidays are finally here, and even if life still isn’t “relaxed,” I’m choosing to see the sunshine where I can.

What I’ve learned in the quiet

During this long blog pause, I often thought about writing. Not out of guilt, but because I missed it. Writing was always a small space that belonged to me—where I could slow down, reflect, and reconnect with myself. That space got buried under the noise of daily life, but I never stopped longing for it.

I’ve also realized something important: sometimes, pausing is part of the story.

And maybe this chapter—of motherhood in two very different phases, of balancing work and family, of relearning who I am in the midst of it all—is exactly what I want to write about now.

I’m not here to promise consistency

Let me be honest: I won’t be setting a publishing schedule. There are no productivity hacks or content calendars waiting in the background. What I can promise is this: I’ll show up when it feels right. I’ll write when something needs to be written. I’ll be real—even when things are messy, or incomplete, or beautifully ordinary.

Why I’m blogging again

Because writing helps me breathe.
Because I know I’m not the only one navigating the chaos of modern motherhood.
Because even if this blog only reaches a few people, maybe someone out there will read it and feel a little less alone.
And because I need a reminder that I’m not just a mom, or a worker, or a housekeeper—I’m still me. And writing helps me remember that.

So if you’re still here—thank you.
And if you’re new—welcome.
Let’s see where this goes.

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About Me

Hi, I’m Sinthuya — a mom of two, a lover of deep talks and spontaneous adventures, and someone who tries (maybe too hard) to make everyone around her happy. I say yes more often than I probably should, and I’m still learning how to make space for myself in the middle of it all.

This blog is my little corner of the internet where I share real life: the beautiful, the chaotic, and everything in between. Thanks for being here. ❤️