Since my last post it has been exactly 83 days. It was the hopeful start of this happy days project and the same day that I bought the rights to my own webpage and I was starting to feel like the cyberworld was truly my oyster. My head filled with ideas of a world in which I wrote everyday, practically spouting forth beautiful language and sage advice, gradually becoming more and more famous until I transformed into blogger and cheese-guru.
And then (in spite of these completely realistic dreams), life happened.
Things got busy, days and weeks passed, and the more time I put between myself and this blog, the harder it was to sit down and start writing again. The truth is, I love writing and I love taking photos and I love musing about things. Sometimes publicly, and sometimes just in my own weird brain. In a lot of ways, this blog has been an amazing outlet for me this year, but when I think too hard about what it is I am actually doing here, it feels a bit pointless. A bit without purpose.
And so today, on a rainy Tuesday with time to kill, I told myself to get over it. To write because I want to write. To get back on the horse, if you will.
In the past three months I have made some big decisions about my next steps. I’ve accepted that I will be moving somewhere completely new and that this is both exciting and scary all at once. I’ve been reminded of how many wonderful people I am surrounded by and how lucky I am to have that kind of love and support.
And so life does goes on, in its funny way, and things pop up and things change. Today, I decided to embark on another baking project (on yes, a Tuesday afternoon, like I said I’m in a weird-in-between time folks) and I was pleasantly surprised, as I always am when it comes to baking, to remember the beautiful way in which things come together.