I think we’ve all known this is coming for a while (you know…it’s been a month since I last posted).
I’ve had this blog going for three years, ever since I decided to take pictures of the apple pie I was making and share it with the world (though “the world”, at the time, was my mother).
I loved blogging. It was a great way to hone a creative side of myself that I hadn’t seen ever since I was accepted into Studio Art in eighth grade, to occupy empty hours in Long Island while my husband was locked away in the dental lab, and to stay connected to my family and friends that seemed a million years away.
I learned that I loved photography.
And I also learned that I could slave away at an oven for hours, arranging the perfect food photo, when all you really wanted to see was my cats.
But I get it, man, I really do.
My cats are awesome.
I learned that taking pictures of and for my friends and family is really important to me, especially when they live far away.
Like when I moved to Rochester and left all these guys behind.
And you got to see my photography skills improve.
You saw me go to South Africa (and almost get run over by an elephant. Really).
You met Emerson before he ever flew from California to live with us.
You got to hear me whine about things that annoy me, humblebrag about what I was eating and doing, and basically just share my most inane thoughts.
Actually, I’m not really sure why you guys even read this thing. But somehow I went from one reader (hi, mom) to over four thousand views a day (though there’s no telling how many of those are, indeed, my mom). That’s not a lot for some of those big blogs out there, but I never intended for this blog to become one of those (insert humblebrag). I never really intended for it to be anything except a place where, hey–cats!
I learned about green monsters, decorating cupcakes, how to slice steaks against the grain, and cook pork to 145 degrees (yeah, it should be pink inside).
And how people in real life love me more when I bring them cookies.
I discovered this whole world of other people’s blogs and lost whatever free time I had left.
And mostly, I learned that if you love something, you’ll let it go.
(Just kidding. I felt like this post was getting a little more dramatic than it needed to be).
All in all, I love blogging, I love you, but I just don’t feel like doing it any more. And instead of continuing to force this blog to limp sadly along (see: the last year), I’m going to close up shop and not feel guilty about not posting.
I’m gonna leave the blog up for now (hey, some very nice people are still paying me–a few pennies–for page views), mostly because this blog has served as a giant recipe book for all the things I want to make again. Plus, this is like the world’s most time-intensive diary.
The good news: you can follow me on Instagram (laurenzietsman) if you still want to see pictures of the cats. I’m a woman obsessed and I’m not ashamed to admit it.
Goodbye, and I love you!