So torn if I should start out with blog announcements or pictures of my beautiful niece in town from the West Coast and my little sister graduating high school.
Guess I’ll mix it all in.
I’m coming back.
Back to a domain near you, folks!
But cats, nieces, and sisters aside, the blog is definitely headed in a different direction.
Several people have inspired me to return to A Full Measure of Happiness.
- My grandpa mentioned (during the graduation dinner pictured below) that he liked having my blog to read so he could keep up on some family activities (I read this between the lines to mean “the world needs more cat pictures!!!!!!”);
- An incredibly thoughtfully written post (inspired by my very own mother!) written by Leah Ferguson just really made me miss putting some effort into writing–and saying meaningful things (as you can tell by this post); and
- A few emails from readers reminding me that, hey, people like me. They really really like me.
But with all that said, things are a-changin’ around these parts.
And it’s okay if you don’t like that. I understand that a lot of you signed up for this thinking that it was a food blog that I visited more than once every moon cycle.
But I just can’t do that right now. And rather than giving up blogging all together because I can’t stand up under the pressure of making sure I have new recipes every day (and sacrificing time with the people I love most to create said recipes), I’m gonna change this blog.
I’m going to try to commit to blogging once a week. Quite a change from the early days of this blog when I actually managed to post almost every day for months at a time. And perhaps more importantly, I’m not going to promise food.
I want to write about my life and what’s going on with my family and friends (and mostly my cats).
It’ll be more of a personal thing, I guess. And that’s why I’m saying it’s cool if you aren’t coming along for the ride. If you want to unsubscribe, there’s a button on the right where you enter your email address. If you want to stay, cool! I’d love to have you.
There will be food sometimes (I mean, a girl’s gotta eat–and I do still like to cook, after all), and I can promise that the cats will figure prominently.
Other than that, who knows what will happen here. Who knows whatever vapid thoughts might pass through my head and be deemed worthy (how narcissistic can I get, right?).
Oh! And if things go well (fingers crossed, please!), I might be buying a new (to me) camera tomorrow! So I can also promise a heck of a lot of pictures.