First, let me tell you where I’ve been. Because it’s been over two months.
In July something came over me. Maybe sorrow. Or idleness. But the world felt too much and my thoughts were indecipherable.
So I unintentionally stepped back from so much. Perhaps too much. This blog was one such thing. This was hard for me because I am a great lover of consistency.
But healing came as I stepped back.
Was the launch of this blog a cause for the sorrow that came? Yes.
It is something, isn’t it? To put yourself out there. Your joys. Your happiness. For the world to also enjoy.
I couldn’t quite figure out how to separate growing this blog by looking at numbers and likes and comments from my worth.
I also stepped out of the kitchen. Because it too was tied to this blog. I turned a hobby into a job. A “have to.” I was crushed. What had I done?
This is all so embarrassing to mention because I am a grown woman. Mature in her faith. But here it is.
Yesterday I stepped into the kitchen with Beau. Me humming and sautéing onions. Him chopping, in deep thought, like he does. I was stirring the red onions watching the balsamic vinegar stain them, until the two were inseparable. And as soon as they joined their smell rose and hit my nose. And a happiness I cannot describe came over me.
It felt so right to be in the kitchen.
I’ve been waiting to come back. Waiting for Him to encourage me in such. This post is a first step.
Since I have stepped away, my blog readership has increased substantially which I cannot quite figure out. So, to all of you who have subscribed since my silence, I’m back. And my next post will be all food and all deliciousness.
Many of you have encouraged me to come back. I can’t quite express what that meant to me. But hope is a good word for such.
Thank you for your patience. It’s time to get back in the kitchen.