Hey loves, it’s me again.
I know it has been a while, but baby, I am back. I guess… Or at least for now.

As I am writing this, I realize I have started over more times than I can count.
Not just in jobs or relationships, but in the way I carry myself through this world.

Some of those resets were loud, like resigning from a big role and walking straight into a new chapter without even catching my breath. Others were quiet. Like letting go of people I once thought would be around forever, or choosing peace over proving a point. Or simply staying silent when I am used to being the loudest in the room.

So no, this is not some dramatic comeback. This is just me, trying. Again.

That is what this space has always been about. Not Yella Wins Every Battle.
Not Yella Has It All Figured Out.
Just Yella Tries…

Because honestly, most days I am just feeling my way through.
Surviving off vibes, air fried chicken wings, strawberry banana smoothies and the occasional voice note rants to my bestie. The rest is divine improvisation.

Truth is, I almost didn’t come back to this blog.
I got caught up. In grief. In work. In figuring out how to breathe through loss and transition. I was managing expectations, masking burnout, trying to hold it together for everyone while quietly falling apart in private.

Somewhere in all that noise, I stopped writing.

But something has been shifting.
The words started coming back in fragments. During car rides. In the shower. In the middle of a WhatsApp meltdown.
My soul has been whispering, or maybe screaming: WRITE AGAIN.

And I am listening.

This blog is the one place where I do not have to filter or translate myself.
Where I can be soft and sharp. Confident and confused. A little tired but still hopeful.
It is where I can admit that I have been unwell, uncertain, overstretched and yet somehow still showing up with a big smile, lip gloss on and a meltdown postponed.

This post is for anyone who has ever needed to reset.
For the ones who outgrew their life and is trying to build a new one from scratch.
For the women who lead, love, fall apart, get up, and do it all again before lunch.
For the ones who are still here. Still trying.

I am not promising a perfect comeback.
I am not going to tell you I am healed or thriving or whatever trending word we are all pretending to embody on Instagram.

I am here. Present. A little messy. Probably weirder than ever. Still funny. Still magic. And writing again.

So whether you have been here from the start or you are just finding this space, welcome back to Yella Tries.

Let’s see where this one takes us.

And if you feel like you can’t, just remember the wise Aaliyah once said:
“If at first you don’t succeed, dust yourself off and try again”.

You got this, you really do!

A big hug & a fat kiss,
Yelena