Remember when I decided that I would just write about food and post recipes that were healthy and frugal and that would be my way to contribute to the ol' 'sphere and keep myself motivated all at the same time?
That was funny, wasn't it?
Turns out, I completely forgot about how the beginning of a new school year knocks the breath smooth out of me. I forgot about how our August and September weeknight dinners consists of salad or cereal for me, canned soup or chips and salsa for the Mr., and either peanut butter and jelly or grilled cheese sandwiches for the kid.
I also continued to completely ignore the things that I really should be writing about, if I'm going to bother to write at all. Things that bother me. Things that I love. Things of which I have not written out loud for fear of something that I can't put my finger on.
I know that this site is not completely anonymous. I know that there are a handful of people in real life who check in every now and then. I also know that these few people are not the reason that I censor myself.
I'm beginning to question whether I really have a purpose here. Not here, as in here on Earth, but here. As in here, on the internet.
I find myself growing more prolific in photography than in writing. That surprises me. And it leaves me wondering which way to go.
I've got some thinking to do.
