Rach Wrote That…Again

It’s been a minute.

And not just a “let me unplug for a weekend” kind of minute...more like life took the wheel, veered off the creative highway, and parked me in a season of stillness. But like all things with a pulse, the words found their way back. So here I am.

When I stepped away, it wasn’t because the pen ran dry. It was because the world got loud, and my voice got lost in the noise. Life demanded attention—personally, spiritually, and emotionally. I needed to listen more than I needed to speak. I needed to grow. To be poured into. To heal. To live.

Sometimes a break isn’t about quitting, it’s about becoming. And becoming requires solitude.

What Changed? Everything.

I come back to the page not as the same Rach who left it.

My lens is sharper. My faith is deeper. My voice is steadier.

I’ve learned that creativity isn’t a machine. It’s a rhythm, sometimes fast and fiery, other times slow and sacred. I honored the slow season. I gave myself permission to pause. And now, I’m giving myself permission to reignite.

Coming back feels like walking into a room you helped build, only now the walls have changed colors and the floor creaks in new places. But the foundation? Still mine.

Whether it’s storytelling, commentary, or the moments I scribble between sentences, this space is sacred again. Rach Wrote That is not just a tagline—it’s a testimony. A timestamp. A declaration that I’m still here, still writing, still reaching.

This return isn’t about perfection, it’s about presence.

To the Ones Still Waiting to Come Back

If you’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to return to your art, your dream, your calling, let this be your sign. There is power in your pause. Start where you are. Show up imperfectly. Let your “again” begin.

Because when Rach writes, she writes with intention. And now?

Rach Wrote That. Again!

Love, Rach