Hello lovely people,
I will not be posting a food blog this week. It didn’t feel appropriate yesterday, and it still doesn’t today. In the wake of what happened in Manchester, to post a story about something I ate seems, to me, disrespectfully frivolous. I will get back to normal with it next week.
In the meantime, I guess I have a small observation. An epiphany if you will. I spend way too much time feeling like i’m not succeeding at life for ridiculous reasons. I don’t feel I have enough blog followers, people looking at my Instagram, or individuals I don’t even know liking me. It’s such an absurd way of thinking, because while I’m complaining, feeling like a failure with strangers, I’m also aware that I often take for granted the unconditional (and that’s a significant point) love of the people that are close to me.
I have an incredible family. Undeniably brilliant friends. It seems I need to take a step back and focus on the things that actually matter. It’s not that I don’t want people to read my work, and enjoy it. Of course I do. I want to succeed, like anyone. But there are people in the world, in Manchester, that have just had that very thing, the thing I sometimes I take for granted, the people they love, ripped away from them.
Suddenly all that other stuff doesn’t feel so important anymore.