The idea of this blog came to me a while back, and I’ve been sitting with it for a few months, trying to sort out the details of Who? Why? and What the hell for? I am wary of any impulse to put my personal process on parade, because I’ve walked that road before, tripping in my own good intentions along the way.
Originally I wanted to write about food…because I obsess about food. Real, simple, sexy food weaves together the moments of my life, both the mundane and the memorable. I feel a passion for food that borders on pathological. Although, judging from the plethora of food blogs and food related memoirs out there, my experience is not entirely original.
But while waiting and observing my impulse to write, I’ve been surprised by my thoughts’ meanderings. They’ve been varied in topic and concept, although all have led back to the over-riding theme of my life these days: What does contentment look like when your life is shaping up to be something very different than you had expected?
At the moment, I also seem to be enduring a mid-life-crisis of sorts. My mind is inundated with a myriad of unexplored dreams and potential forks-in-the-road, questions of purpose and destiny and spiritual calling. Which of course leads me to ask myself, “What the hell am I doing, thinking of changing course again?”
The bottom line is this: I don’t know why I feel compelled to write about this journey, neither can I explain effectively why I want to post it publicly for people to read. I do know that I love to play with my process of growth through writing, and as a writer I hope to mature. So here I will attempt to do those two things, and what comes of it will be a bit of a surprise…to us all.