I went back to work. I didn’t have time to write, but mainly, I didn’t really have anything to say. I quit cooking as much because I was navigating a career change, going back to work, and just life. I would think of things to jot in a journal from time to time, but life got busy and I never came back to them. So now, after almost two years of the blog being silent, I think I may have something to write about again.
Sometimes I feel like I am waiting for something. Waiting for that house that is perfect for entertaining, waiting for the kids to grow up a little more, waiting to get a better grip on the busyness, waiting for more money. Always waiting. Then somewhere over the past two years I realized something. If I keep waiting, life will have happened and I will have missed out. As my fortieth birthday is moving nearer than my thirtieth I am working to just — go with it. I ran a marathon. I lost my recipe box and simplified my meals. I kept working, kept being busy, but found time to chase some of my own things. I decided to find other moms with messy lives and make some friends. Then when I wake up one day, I will not have missed anything. Hopefully I will have a pocketful of really great stories.