Me and my blog have had a bit of a tempestuous relationship lately. One or two people might have noticed that I haven’t been around much this month. It’s been on my mind a lot, but time and motivation have alluded me.
As an often melancholic cynic, I need this blog, with its optimistic title, to force me into a position of goodness and light. Alas, the bright side has seemed pretty far away lately, and I just haven’t seen the point in pretending.
I don’t share this so that you’ll feel sorry for me. It simply needed to be said. I was once accused of being hopelessly transparent. I took it as I think it was meant, as a compliment.
I have two dishes trapped in my camera, waiting to be shared. I hope that very soon, hopefully next week, I’ll be able to make my fingers type compelling words about soup and cookies.
In the meantime, I hope you’re feeling outrageously happy, and if you’re not, I hope you can see through to the other side. We’ll go there together, and soon.