Once upon a time…I had a blog. I had a really pretty blog, with a logo, and lots of widgets on the sidebar and people who followed me, and loved my posts and commented on them. I had a lovely blog and I lost it (just like everything else). But that blog belonged to a time in my life that no longer is. It was everything about a wife, and a mother and of someone who had her life together and her ducks in a row. Someone who loved to cook, and write, and ramble on about life and photography and you-name-it.
She no longer lives here. Inside.
Ducks have scattered around. Blog is gone. But I am still a mother. Something remains.
Something that also remains is my relentless desire to write. I write. I write like “a man looks for water with his head on fire”. I write with my teeth, with my bones, with every step when I run, with my makeup brush, with the heels of my shoes. I write. Because that is how I breathe. I write because talking is overrated. I write because there is nothing else that I’d rather do in the world.
So if by chance, you knew me in my other life, welcome to my new one. I’m just an ugly duckling, trying to grow some feathers. Stick around and we’ll write about something together. Let’s write about fitness, and food, and heartbreaks (because they all go so well together). Let’s write about coffee, and heels and makeup. Let’s write up a whole new world.
A world where I get to be a swan.