Wednesday, June 13, 2012
And just like that, this place took a Keyser Sozeian turn and disappeared. Poof. Gone.
I wish I could regale you with some crazy story or life-altering event (a big move...a baby...a big, moving baby) but I can't. The reason behind the hiatus is pretty simple.
Shit just stopped being fun.
On that day back in May 2011, the day Blogger decided to crap out on its users, I didn't feel inconvenienced or annoyed, surprisingly. I had a post lined up and ready to go but the effort put into it was half-assed at best, so I was actually relieved when I discovered the site was down. I felt like I had been given a free PTO day.
I came home, hung up my bag, gave my usual suffocating hugs to the cats. Then it hit me: I had an entire evening to do whateverTF I wanted. I didn't have to wait for butter to soften. I didn't have to crank out a sheet of cookies before the sun set. I didn't have to wash (and rewash) any mixing bowls or measuring spoons. I didn't have to take or, better yet, edit any photos. I didn't have to write an accompanying post. And, perhaps the most glorious bonus of all, I was cocooned in my bed by 11. Eight solid hours of deep, happy sleep. Something that hadn't occurred in a long time. Too long of a time.
The night before my next regularly scheduled posting day, I played hooky. The following Thursday (which was typically reserved for Sugared Cinema prep), I played hooky again. Then again. And again. Before I knew it, Summer was in full swing and my desire to continue blogging was crushed under the weight of a giant margarita. The kitchen and my camera, two of my dearest bitches, were beginning to creep on my nerve endings and I resented any time that was spent with either of them. And that made me sad.
Rather than force what I thought to be "my calling", I decided to just...stop. At some point in the months that followed, I discovered that I actually enjoyed running (WTF?) and haven't really slowed down since, figuratively speaking. When I finally did return to the kitchen, I can't tell you how good it felt to roll commando. No photos, no food styling. Just pure, unadulterated baking bliss. Exactly how it used to be, pre-Three Baking Sheets.
I don't know what the future holds for this little pocket of the internet. Sugar-free movie posts? Snarky attempts to dismantle current trends in pop music? More unsuccessful illustrated Family Guy submissions? Who knows. The only thing constant in life is change.
And beer. Obvs.