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Love Letters to My Bloom Era

  • Apr 15
  • 2 min read

I couldn’t tell you the exact moment life got so loud I stopped listening to the girl I used to be. Maybe it was after the heartbreak. Maybe it was after the bills. Or maybe… it was somewhere in between a meeting that ran too long and a dream I told myself was too late.


But this morning, I poured a cup of tea, wrapped myself in silence, and she showed up.


The girl who used to dream in color.

The one who believed silk robes and city views were her birthright.

The girl who, alongside her childhood best friend, would whisper into the night, “One day, we’ll be the women of our dreams.”


I remember long summers where the afternoons bled into evening, when my best friend and I would lie on the floor, toes grazing the window fan, sipping my grandmother's sweet tea out of old glass cups. Back then, we planned it all: the dream careers, the loft apartments, the outfits we’d wear to brunch. We were girls with big notebooks and even bigger plans—absolutely certain we’d grow up to become the women of our dreams.


We planned it all out—how we’d take the world by storm, build empires on books and beauty, and drink tea like we were born royalty.


But life, as it often does, veered off script.


Brunches became boardrooms.

Love letters became emails.

And our big, audacious dreams?

They got quiet.

And so did we.


So I circled back—not to rewrite the past, but to gently pick up the pen. To remember the warmth of those tea-soaked talks. To write love letters to the girl who never stopped believing in me.


This Bloom Era isn’t about a comeback. It’s about a return—to softness, to intention, to a kind of romance that begins with the self.


These are love letters…

To forgotten daydreams.

To the women we thought we had to let go of.

To the ones who are brave enough to bloom again—on their own time, in their own way.


Because maybe blooming isn’t about being seen.

Maybe it’s about showing up for yourself when no one else is watching.


So pour a cup.

Reclaim your bloom.

And know—it’s never too late to become the person you once dreamed of being.


— April Sheris,

Founder of Upland Tea House

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