Oh my, it’s been awhile. Hello again. I was on such a roll and then, then I just stopped writing. No, it wasn’t you. It was me. I started hibernating and couldn’t stop. Today I popped up for some fresh air and a fresh take on life.
Let’s see, what have I been doing for the past few months? Well, in lieu of writing I played around with my blog design. I was trying to inspire myself and it didn’t really work. I made too many changes to the design and I couldn’t remember what it looked like so I just started over. Sometimes we need to do that in life right? Just knock things down and rebuild.
Since I wasn’t writing I had time for other things. For example, I watched the new Queer Eye on Netflix. So fun. I now have crushes on even more gay men. Antoni? So adorable. Tan? So charming and thoughtful. Speaking of Tan, he said something on one episode that has been bouncing around my head. It was about having a personal style, not necessarily being fashionable and trendy, just having a style. Then that made me think about this article from Ashley Ford that was on Cup of Jo awhile ago and well, look, I need a personal style.
Let’s see, what else…oh yes, I had a birthday. I’m in a free fall now to 40 which in some ways I find empowering and comforting and in other ways I’m too full of denial and disbelief to fully function. On Queer Eye they always share a skincare routine which, combined with my recent birthday, inspired me to try some new products. My face has always been extremely sensitive and I know now that hasn’t changed with age. Yep, I tried something new and it felt (and looked) a bit like my skin burned off, so my new routine didn’t last long.
It took me a few weeks of not writing to notice something. Not only was I not writing on my blog, I wasn’t visiting other blogs anymore. I don’t know why but I just stopped engaging entirely. I needed a break but it went much deeper and went on much longer than I planned. Tonight, I listened to an interview with Glennon Doyle, which brought me the breath of fresh, stormy, and relief filled air I’ve come to expect when I hear her speak.
I’ve officially reemerged for fresh air and a fresh take on life. The first day of spring seemed like an appropriate time, even with snow falling like it’s still January.