Things change. Sometimes change is often and Jimmy John’s fast. Sometimes change is sporadic and molasses slow. Either way, things change. And when they do, you can almost guarantee that it will hurt. Not always an unbearable pain, but growing pains are real.
While I still am true to my “do too many things at once” personality, I promise you I’m a different person than I was when I started this little public journal. I struggle with my public image. Only a finger of the handful of people who read me actually know me (shut your faces). But if you stumbled here because of a cupcake recipe, or a Top 9 mention in the days of FoodBuzz (Hashtag R.I.P), you are who I think about when I consider whether or not to post something, to say something, to pour myself out in these posts. I’ve been on a spiritual journey for the past few years and I can’t imagine that if you visit here for luscious buttercream experiments that you want to hear me gushing about spiritual encounters, God’s work in my life, or what philosophical mumbo jumbo is bouncing around in my head.
And I care about you.
But, I do not care about you enough to be anything less than my authentic self. Because that would be stupid.
So, I apologize that I’m not sorry for the imminent shift in what I write. I do this for me. I hope something that slides out of my face is relevant to some aspect of your life. But if it isn’t, there are no less than 18392740 other blogs for you to read. I’d hate to see you go, but then again, there are only 5 of you anyway.
Here’s to vulnerable honesty.
It’s evolution.
It’s necessary.
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