When the Whisper Comes

The beginning often sounds like a whisper.

You don’t need to be more. You just need to be here. The whisper is enough

Last year I sold everything I owned—my home, my car, nearly all of my belongings—and left the U.S. with two suitcases and my seven-year-old Chihuahua, Miss Evie.

I didn’t have a perfect plan.
But I did have a quiet voice inside me whispering,
“This isn’t quite it.”

That whisper wasn’t the end.
It was the beginning.
And that’s where I meet you.

I write for women who hear that same whisper—
the ones who are quietly ready to begin again.

Here, you’ll find letters that start with Dear You,
reflections on living more simply,
and gentle reminders that the life you long for may not be louder—just more honest.

You don’t need to be more.
You just need to be here.
The whisper is enough.

If this resonates, I’d love to have you along.
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And if something here speaks to you—feel free to reply. I always read every word.

Still here,
Carolyn