True to form, I purchased and committed to this space and journey nearly a year ago. And here it is today with a single introductory post and no follow though.
I was busy.
Taking pause and looking back over the last twelve months, we really have weathered a cornucopia of change in our little family. From multiple job changes for both K and me, to failed IVF cycles, through adventures in potty-training, and now into a global pandemic. And with that final situation, life has applied the brakes for me and allowed a moment to breathe. It is an unexpected way to break out of the ties of being busy.
I’ve beat myself up several times over the last year that I need to sit down and write on this thing. I’ve also wrestled an incredible case of imposter syndrome. After all, I’m just another gal in my mid-thirties with more grey hair than I thought I’d have and definitely not as fit and trim as I’d hoped I’d be this spring (again). I work, I come home, I make dinner, I probably yell at my kid and my husband too often, I obsess over silly things, I complain, and then I fall asleep and do it all over again. Who could possibly want to hear anything that girl has to say?
The thing is: maybe none of that should matter.
People often ask me how I could possibly create the meals I do after a long day at the office and with a family to contend with. I love cooking because it makes me happy. It’s a joy and a release for me; and when it isn’t, we order pizza. Maybe I should write because I love writing and it makes me happy, too.
So here’s to a new start from the bounds of captivity, or as some might call it, social distancing. Let’s try this again, shall we?
Cheers!
Domestic Goddess M.D. 