That’s what a co-worker and dear friend told me this morning, when I was joking about how I had missed my calling (writing poems for holiday invites is today’s pipe dream career). At that moment, I didn’t tell her that I had a blog as I didn’t know how to say, I have something where I occasionally get online and blather on for longer than 280 characters. I will be sending this to her, so thanks, F! for getting me to write on here again.
2017 has been a hard year. I’ve spent a lot of time and mental energy contemplating what it means to be an American and how to be proud of my country at a time when it isn’t easy. I’ve spent more time mentally screaming into the existential void and retweeting somewhat insane Twitter conspiracy theories. I fell off the wagon and into a vat of wine and cheese and all of a sudden, none of my pants fit.
However, I’ve had lots of great things happen, too. Taffy was Wonder Woman! My brother got married! I got to run through the Vatican Gardens and walk around Lake Geneva and see the mountains in Kigali! I didn’t kill anyone! I’ve lost 27 pounds (and counting)! I’ve regained my fitness mojo! I learned how to make bread! I’ve made some wonderful new friends and rekindled relationships with old friends! I hung out with Daisy Duck!
In the back of my mind was the idea that I did have this space out here that I should use; that I should take advantage of to write witty and erudite observations of my day-to-day life and what I see and what I feel and what I do. And then it seemed unimportant because the world is a dumpster fire and this seems self-important and who really cares that I managed to make a sourdough boule?
But I’ve decided that I care, and to paraphrase Mama Maxine, I’m reclaiming my space. This will be a spot for me to write about jogging and baking and eating and my dog and the world that we live in, and even if I have no readers and no real editorial calendar, it doesn’t matter. Not like I’m going to become internet famous. I’ll leave that up to Taffy. I’m not going to make any promises about a regular posting schedule or weekly features, but I do want to be here more.
TL; DR: I’m back. Ish.