After such a long and dreary winter, I was beginning to wonder if Spring would ever get here. In the 6 years that I’ve lived here, we’ve never had as much as snow as we had this winter. And because we kept getting hit by these huge storms, it took over 2 months for all the snow on the ground to finally melt.
But all of a sudden, spring is here! 70 degree days, flowers popping up in the yard, and a lot of play time outside.
Even Roxy is enjoying the weather. We can tell she’s happy when she never wants to come inside.
And Maggie can’t stand being in the house, either.
She pouts until you finally take her out. But she only wants to be out there to watch the birds in the trees, listen to the chickens across the street, and chase a few bugs in the yard.
And how can you say no to that face?
But on to the topic at hand.
I feel like I’m going through a bit of an identity crisis. This feeling goes beyond the blog, but I’m not going to get into all of that.
Maybe, like our new daffodils, I’m just blooming. Doesn’t that sound better? :)
I guess I’m just trying to figure out what I want with this blog. I love blogging, but I’ve been boring myself lately…and that can’t be good. Eating leftovers for the third time in a week isn’t terribly exciting for me, so I know no one else wants to see it or read about it.
I’m not a dietician or a marathon runner or a published author. I don’t juice or have a movie deal or make a living from my blog.
It’s just me – a small town girl with a big city appetite. Obsessed with all things food, interested in health, armed with sourdough starter. Learning to cook on my own in a small kitchen without a dishwasher. A college football fanatic that is going crazy waiting for the season to start when it’s still 6 months away.
I know my posts have been lacking and I guess I’m just missing inspiration…enthusiasm…time to put something great together. I used to write all the time, and most days I feel as though I’m pushing myself to put something, anything, together just to get a post up. And I don’t like that.
I mean…I wrote a sequel to Snow White that’s sitting in my parent’s attic along with my homemade book about the beach, one where I play favorites with my sisters, and (my personal favorite) the short story of how a hippopotamus ate my teacher.
I want to write about things that actually mean something to me again. I want to find the creativity I used to have and do something with it.
I also just can’t bring myself to sit in front of the computer 3 times a day when the weather is beautiful and we have time to go hiking or take Maggie to the park or work gets in the way.
I’m not going anywhere.
I just want to be proud of everything I post, whether it’s a new recipe, a restaurant Nick and I try, or random new pictures of Maggie for my Dad to see while he’s in Guam.
I want to get back to why I started this blog in the first place: to have a creative outlet, to share recipes, to tell stories, and to enjoy something that is completely mine.
And seeing how I’ve read a few posts along these lines lately…maybe Spring really is the season for growth and change?