Three years have passed. Two books published. And somehow, this wild, beautiful community found me and held me close through words.

This little corner grew into a home. Not just for my writing, but for the people who found it and stayed.

When I started this space, I had no plan and no idea where I was heading. I just needed somewhere to pour what I couldn’t say out loud. Writing kept me tethered to something true when everything else went numb.

Some nights I wrote like I was bleeding. Other nights like I was touching fire.

I’ll admit, I don’t write in the same urgency as I did in the beginning. Not because I’ve run out of things to say, but because what I feel hasn’t really changed.

It’s still the same phenomenon , the same story, unfinished and restless, always circling back.

Some days I’m ready to pour it out again. Other days I catch myself, haven’t I already said this? Haven’t I already bled this out?

But here’s the truth: the things that stay, stay for a reason. Some desires never fade, they just transform. Some loves never die; they simply learn to disguise themselves finding new words, new shadows to live in.

This space has watched me transform — from the girl who whispered her desires in secret to the woman who now claims them out loud.

Her words, her chaos, her hunger, her calm — every version of her lives here.

And maybe writing isn’t about finding something new to say. Maybe it’s about finding new ways to say what still burns inside you.

So here’s to you — the ones who’ve read, lingered, stayed, and felt something along the way.

And here’s to me — still creating, still desiring, still seeking, still aching, still loving, still shimmering.

Thank you for holding space for my words.

Thank you for staying and for feeling with me.

Thank you for being muses — fellow wanderers of words, dreamers of desire, and keepers of feeling.

You’ve made these three years worth every word.

Here’s to wherever the words take us — into more fire, more honesty, more beauty, more becoming, more of whatever makes us feel alive.

And may we never stop burning for what moves us.

Happy Bloganniversary.

With love,

Your Muse,

Shim