Coming Home to My Words (2018–2026)

In 2018, I wrote my first post here — “Reason to Start This Blog” I spoke about a little girl who sat in her backyard, staring at the sky with a mind full of questions. About wanting to become a scientist, about not finding all the answers, and about returning, once again, to curiosity. At that time, I didn’t know how important that moment would become. I was writing from instinct, not from a plan. I only knew that something inside me still wanted to understand life.

Back then, I was searching for meaning, clarity, and reassurance that I was on the right path. I believed that if I read enough, explored enough, and tried hard enough, I would eventually “figure life out.” I was curious, but I was also restless. Writing became a way of holding my questions gently, without demanding immediate answers.

In the years that followed, life unfolded in quiet, ordinary ways. Work, motherhood, responsibilities, deadlines, expectations, and invisible emotional labour became part of my daily rhythm. I learned how to function well, how to manage, how to keep going. From the outside, everything looked fine. Inside, I often felt tired in ways that sleep alone could not fix.

There were also seasons when I paused completely. I wrote only when I felt like it. I stepped away without guilt. For a while, my writing found another space on LinkedIn, focusing on sustainability and related topics as my career evolved in that direction. Yet, through all of this, I always knew this blog was here — quietly waiting. Resonance of Life felt like home. A place that allowed me to be exactly who I was, without explanation or expectation.

There were long stretches when I kept this space aside — even for more than a year. Not because it no longer mattered, but because life was asking for my attention elsewhere. Still, I never felt disconnected from it. I knew I would return when the time was right.

Recently, I felt that pull again. I began revisiting old posts, rereading familiar words, and slowly finding my way back. Writing again took me down memory lanes I hadn’t walked in a long time. It reminded me why this space matters to me — not as a project, but as a companion through different seasons of life.

I am still curious. Still learning. Still unlearning. Still becoming. Only now, I walk a little more slowly, and a little more kindly.

Thank you for being here — then and now.

Coming home,
Anitha