I stayed up until now (3 AM) to fix my slideshows on some of my posts. I added some widgets and also tried to download some free plugins, but I don’t know how to upload them correctly. So I’ll just have to wait to get help this coming week. Basically, I want to set this site up so I can just do what I am really here to do. That’s to blog.
I’m exhausted but I’m smiling, because despite having a whirlwind of madness buzzing around my head, I took some time to get moving again. One of the best things is when I look at my archives. Although there are huge gaps I still feel good that over the last 2 years I’ve put some content in. Now I just need to commit to keeping it up and avoiding the big dry spells.
Next project is to figure out how to upload to my directories, then clean up the categories and tags. I somehow need to figure out how to redirect visitors going to asamatteroffood.wordpress.com to this site now. When I’m active, I have many visitors to my site. I think I want to change out the theme too. This plain blue theme just sucks. It is so boring.
Well I’m ready to catch some shut eye because now I’m just exhausted, but feel great!

This movie gave me renewed hope and inspiration after a long bout of stress and just drifting.  I still have a lot of work to do ahead of me in the next couple of months, so no real time to blog about anything other than my thoughts.  THIS, however, is a good start.  At least I was able to figure out how to log back in!  I will take time whenever I can to clean up this blog, fix the slideshows, and just start organizing my thoughts again and come back to the one place which has helped keep me grounded in the past.  Here on my blog, writing about the one thing that has always given me comfort and has always made me feel the most certain about myself.  Cooking.  Food.

I can completely relate to both Julie Powell and Julia Child.  At 33, I’m still searching for that which really means something to me.  Don’t take this the wrong way.  I have many things that mean very much to me.  My family and friends.  But what I’m talking about is the thing that is just YOURS.  The feeling which makes you feel like you’re standing alone on a mountain, with your arms spread out wide at your sides while embracing a strong gust of wind, and feeling as if you’re soaring.  Perhaps I’ve just been looking in the wrong places or the wrong direction.  I think it’s time to once again, and this time, look within.

So here I am again.  Going back…well more like continuing on my journey, accompanied by the one certain thing I’ve known for more than 25 years.

I will treat this as a journal but hope that my journey and experiences will inspire someone as Julie’s and Julia’s stories reignited my spark.