The husband and I joke that we like to tackle as many huge life changes at a time as possible. So we moved across country, I wrote my master’s thesis, we searched for a house to buy, and I started job hunting. And we threw in a trip to India and one to Germany for good measure. All in about 5 months.
Fortunately we have survived and stuck to our “no dying” rule. But my blog nearly didn’t. Over graduation weekend, a good friend asked me, “what happened to the blog?” Someone finally forced me to consider what I had been squishing back in the back of my mind. I couldn’t give her a good answer then, but I think I have some insights now.
This blog has always been my fun thing to do. A place where I can share what I am passionate about–FOOD–in a way that is completely self-determined. I can share recipes, or talk about food politics, or gush about Corey Booker retweeting me. I am the boss and the only bottom line to worry about is my personal satisfaction. Although it takes time and effort, it’s still a bit of a guilty pleasure. It helped to balance out the mental effort that I was putting into school.
So once I was “job-seeking,” I think I felt like I had to give up guilty pleasures. (Our Netflix account might disagree, though…). I worried that sinking too much time and energy into the blog would somehow prevent me from finding that job. Or maybe I worried that I would wind up wishing the blog could BE my job.
Now I don’t have this excuse. I found a job. And I’ve almost gotten the hang of the 45-60 minute commute, strict time clocks, and incredibly quiet office.
So it’s time to revive For the Love of Food! Bear with me as I stumble back into the swing of things. Leave me words of encouragement, lie to me and say you missed me, or threaten to do mean things if I don’t keep posting–whatever flavor suits you.