I’m not a writer. That’s what I told myself whenever I would think about writing an article, blogging, anything like that. And then I’d push it out of my mind and go back to my tasks, because there is always some task that needs to be done – cupcakes for a bake sale, girl scout cookie booths, sports uniforms that need to be washed. But now I find myself in a season of life where the youngest child has just left home, I have time now to slow down, except I can’t. It is my personality, I’m a driver, always have been. And part of it is the fact that I’ve been running full speed ahead raising children, building a career, going to college, for 30 years – and I really don’t know how to slow down, even though I really WANT to.
Recently I came across a travel and food blog and as I browsed it I thought how amazing that life would be. Traveling to different places and experiencing different foods – and then sharing that experience with the world. And suddenly, I had an epiphany, there is no reason I could not write about my experiences now – just for me – because somehow, writing about it gives me permission to slow down and experience it. That’s it – I just needed a reason to slow down – I needed to give myself permission.
And so this blog was born. And if someone else finds benefit in reading these articles, a bonus! But if not – it’s ok, because it has already served its intended purpose – it gave me the permission I needed to savor these experiences
