I don’t know why, but I felt the need to take a month off. A month to have my one job be selling tacos. I made a lot of food, a lot of tasty food, but I didn’t want to document it, I didn’t want to take perfect photos or take imperfect photos and then feel as if I couldn’t write about it.
I wanted to make food to make food. I made goat cheese cheesecake and white chocolate and basil ice cream. I made cakes and cookies for my work fellows, who were greatly appreciative. I also caught up on Pretty Little Liars and started watching Orange is the New Black. So all in all a productive month for me. Right?
I want to get back into writing posts, I do, but I’ve realized I’m never going to be one of those people with one million followers or anything like that. I feel bad when I follow someone on here and then don’t read and comment on all of their posts. I could just like their posts, follow them, whatever, and then get more page views, but thats not how I work. So I’m going to stick with the few blogs I read regularly, maybe when I’m bored and don’t want to apply to jobs for the fall I’ll go in search of new ones. I can’t play the blogging game. Its like one giant cocktail party full of people who can enter and leave conversations with ease. I like to sit on a couch or stand by the food and talk to one person (maybe two) the whole time. Perhaps because, as Ron Swanson once said, “If there were more food and fewer people, this would be a perfect party.”