Dry spell be gone

Coming off of my newsletter hiatus to say hello and explain myself

I’m baaaaack!

After an unplanned two month hiatus, I’m dusting off my Substack URL and getting back in the saddle. To all my loyal fans (blood relatives and long term friends), I apologize for leaving you hanging, but I appreciate you sticking around.

As I anticipated, it turns out full-time travel and living without an ounce of routine or consistency doesn’t really pair well with the creative side of my brain. While I hoped going to a new European city every 4-12 days would inspire me to spill my guts to the world, it honestly made me feel frazzled and overwhelmed.

Don’t get me wrong, it has been the most incredible 6-months of European travels and I wouldn’t change a thing. But living out of a suitcase full time while working full time is not for the weak.

The hours of the day felt shorter and shorter, and the feminine urge to “do it all” became consuming — explore the new city you’re in, plan epic trips for your clients, plan epic trips for yourself, maintain a consistent social media presence so you can gain new clients and (hopefully one day) make more money, maintain a relationship with your loved ones in different time zones, date your husband and don’t let him become your roommate, oh and for the love of god, stay skinny!!!

So yes, I had to vote someone off of my mental island and I ended up letting old Subby here take the backseat. During the last two months I’ve tried to live in the moment and give myself grace, trying to learn how to juggle it all while still being fun.

Spoiler alert, I cannot and will not ever being able to juggle it all and that is a-okay with me. I’m at peace with the fact that I may just have to do more post-travel reflections rather than in-the-moment travel reflections.

I’m also really working on reminding myself that the fun part about being self-employed is that I get to make my own schedule and due dates. If I want to give myself an hour out of my work day to write a Substack, no one is stopping me.

It’s crazy that even though I am the only one with eyes on my inbox, I still feel guilty for choosing a task that isn’t directly client facing. I would love to know if any other solo workers reading this struggle with unnecessary self guilt?

Anyways, all that to say, I’m sitting in Slovenia and the view from our little patio is gobsmackingly beautiful. I’m on the verge of crying and laughing, because how is this real life and how did I trick the universe into letting me pack my bags and move across the globe with the person I love most?

the view that got me typing today

And while I currently have a to-do list that is quite chunky, I decided to give myself the permission to write my Substack. To take what I was thinking and feeling and put it on “paper” — my fellow journalers know you always feel better once you do.

So my goal for this Reagan Roams Substack for the rest of 2026 is to write when it feels right, not just when I think I have this perfectly curated window of time that every single person would approve of.

I can’t promise you I’ll be back next week, but I do vow to let this be the longest dry spell I allow for the rest of the year.

Giddy up, I’m so back baby!

xoxo, Reagan