Life with a two-year old is a mad whirlwind. A spinning carousel of games, arguments, chocolate chip cookies, crocodile tears, splashing bathwater, and endless giggles. Throw in writing projects done in the handful of hours between midnight and daybreak and you have a recipe for things neglected.
Like this blog.
I still love Kitchen Cow. I still feel a great sense of fulfillment whenever I am able to update. And I still have a large backlog of photos and experiences in various folders on my desktop. But life is demanding so much and I am demanding so much in return.
We need to talk, 2015. I feel like I’ve lost my direction and I’m not sure where I want to be taken. Maybe I’ll find my answers soon. Maybe I won’t make any changes. But one thing I know is that I don’t want to get rid of this. So, you and I, let’s agree on one thing. I keep on blogging, but let’s get rid of the rules. They’re self-imposed anyway, so if you don’t complain, I won’t. If I want to write about something else, maybe not food-related, you’ll let me get away with it. Deal?
Let’s just keep on writing, okay?