Edit: Momentum, Evolution and an Overflowing Tap

Hello Lovely,

It’s been a tender and wildly energizing few weeks since opening the doors to this space—and I want to begin by saying thank you. Whether you’ve been quietly reading along or you’ve just arrived, I’m so deeply grateful you’re here.

What started as a whisper of a project—something I carried in my body for years before I was ready to share—has begun to take shape in a way I couldn’t fully see until I started doing it. Writing. Publishing. Naming what’s true.

And like many things in life, as soon as I said yes and let the first few pieces out… the creative tap turned on.

This was never meant to be a daily dispatch kind of space. My original plan was to write slowly, occasionally, when inspiration found me. But what I didn’t anticipate was just how much was waiting to move through. And so, for now, I’m letting it.

You may have noticed a quiet shift in the name of this space—from Authentic Living to RB Journal. It happened almost immediately after I began. The old name felt too narrow, too defined. And the truth is, I’m still becoming. This journal is, too. The new name gives it room to evolve with me—to hold whatever shape my voice, heart, and creative rhythm want to take.

Since opening the gates, I’ve shared the origin story of this space and have also been writing about the inner terrain of purpose—especially the kind that reveals itself through motherhood, through loss, through slow returning. I’ve explored the parts of me that learned to abandon myself for love, and the long unraveling it’s taken to come home to my own body again.

I wrote about how long it took to begin—to stop circling the dream and finally let it land. About the women who’ve shown me what it looks like to live deeply in their truth. And about the sacredness of emptying out, again and again, as a path back to wholeness.

Some of these pieces may have already landed in your inbox. Others I quietly published on the journal without sending. But in case you’d like to catch up or simply take a peek at what’s been living and breathing there, here’s a gentle nudge to explore.

No pressure, no rush. Just stories waiting for you when (or if) they call.

For now, I’m feeling into a rhythm that lets me write when the current is strong and gather it all up in an editorial-style wrap-up like this every so often—something that feels like a letter, a thread of connection, a way to keep you close without flooding your inbox.