Back after being absent…

Yesterday, without hesitation and despite the clouds, I took a dip in the cold Tuscan sea to wrap up a wonderful week away. Today, sitting in my comfy office, it feels like I’m standing in the sea up to just below my belly button, tiptoeing with every little wave, trying to delay the moment when the cool waves wash over me and I dare to plunge in.

Uneasy, I stare at the page, which is still blank. I’m in the mood to write again, but I can’t seem to get started. Thoughts I could attach to this title sentence keep coming and going, like waves rolling through my head. The title is set, but the content refuses to come.

Where does this hesitancy to freely trust my flow of thoughts to the page come from? I’ve been writing with ease and pleasure for at least 10 years, faithfully shared a monthly blog for years, and published my first book in 2025. 

Am I afraid of being sucked underwater by the massive waves of “manufactured” LinkedIn posts?  I write solely from the heart to inspire others, without any tricks to influence the algorithm or AI. Will my loyal readers still find me?  

Or do I feel limited because I always respect the privacy of others? Someone wrote “enough to write a book about” on my farewell card from the library. Absolutely true, but that’s impossible because it can be traced back to the specific person and organization.

After a good night’s sleep, I’ve decided this is it for now. I’m back with a monthly blog on my own website. I share the link to each new post on LinkedIn, even if the algorithm drags it down like a whirlpool.

Look at this blog as a first dive into the fresh water; the depth and the sun will follow later! Sometimes the first step is more important than the perfect picture.