And then, I started my own blog out of pressure from my publicist. It was drudgery at first. Posts were few and far between. Until, I scheduled a benefit concert that I felt very passionate about. I suddenly had a purpose driven desire to promote my guts out in order to get people involved and to raise money all in the name of love.
Something clicked during that time and I understood that most bloggers have the best intentions and there are many who are passionate about child rearing, cooking, homemaking and clever writing. (I, myself have discovered anew my passion for anthropology and I relish learning about different people near and far). If I was feeling at all insecure about my life after reading about the passions of others, then that was my own junk. I find that blogging improves my ability to live in the now and to romanticize the mundane. I appreciate that we can share those moments with one another.
It is never my intention to give off the impression that, "Hey! My life is better than yours!" I do look forward to reading more about your lives along with giving you a peek at mine. So with that, I will leave you with a photo essay of my own home. I hope it inspires you.
One of my beautiful dining chairs that the Glediator made for me.
Our laundry sorting system.
Plants I potted myself.
The courtyard. You may be wondering how our tether ball got up in that tree. Well, frankly, I am too.