This post was made in a blogging group I belong to on Facebook the other day…
Do you guys remember when we all just blogged? I miss those days. We were so innocent…
I DO remember those days and I miss them dearly. Sure, it was fun riding the wave of blogging madness over the past 10 or so years. It started for me as a fun way to stay accountable while trying to lose weight and turned into a multi-blog, conference-planning monster. Looking back I regret nothing. I was able to generate an income, make enough money to take my mom to Italy, spend more time with my kids at home and work with some amazing companies.
That wave, however, crashed. Frankly, I was ready for it to crash. It was time to move on. Not from blogging per se — that’s in my blood! — but from the business of blogging.
Last year I decided to walk away from the blogs I spent years building. My blogging frequency started to decrease. I finally landed a real job after months of searching. And over the course of a year, I started to turn inward instead of outward. Blogging was becoming hard.
Hard to blog.
What does that even mean?
Why can’t I “just blog” as the quote says above? Where did blogging innocence go?
When I started I would share tons of ideas, tips, and recipes not because some brand paid me to but because I wanted to. Because I liked to.
Then it all got complicated.
Every recipe required detailed instructions and nutrition calculations. Product recommendations meant searching for affiliate programs. Brands were asking for more and more sponsored posts. My photos were stolen. My content scraped. My sites hacked.
I’m so over complicated.
Tonight I came home from work and decided to do what I like to do, cook. That’s right, I actually enjoy cooking. Cutting and prepping is therapeutic. Looking in my fridge/freezer and coming up with something to make for dinner using whatever I can find is a complete creative outlet for me. Snapping a photo and sharing it here is part of the process. It’s like icing on the proverbial cake.
And let’s be honest here. I’m not particularly that great at cooking or taking photos or writing for that matter — this is not me fishing for compliments, it’s the truth! — but it doesn’t really matter, I enjoy doing all those things and doing so satisfies some odd need deep in my soul to not only create but connect.
That’s why I started.
That’s why I’ll continue.
This post is what was swimming in my head while cooking tonight. When I got home I pulled out what I could find in my fridge post-vacation.
In the back that’s 1/4 of a bag of frozen shrimp I ran under water to defrost and de-tail. Next to it is one large frozen chicken breast from one of those bags of breasts. I defrosted it in the microwave just enough to cut.
In the front, there’s a bag of frozen coconut milk. (That’s what I do when I open a can for a recipe but don’t need it all. I freeze it in 1/2 cup servings. Note there are chunks missing from it. That’s because I take chunks and put it in my smoothies now and then.) In the middle is the only fresh ingredient I had in the house, some red pepper. Next to it a handful of frozen pineapple I chopped up — that was all I had in the bag — and some minced frozen ginger leftover from some Hello Fresh meal The Husband cooked weeks ago.
Not pictured is some coconut oil, broth, 6 cloves of minced garlic, 2 old limes I found in the bottom of my fridge, a dash of cayenne pepper, dried parsley, some brown rice and oat flour to thicken everything.
All in all, it took about an hour to bring all the ingredients together to make this pot of awesomeness!
I served it over brown rice and the family actually enjoyed it!
Could I give more details about how I cooked this meal? Could I have measured every ingredient and calculated the nutritional value for you? Sure, but frankly, I don’t have the time nor brain power, but I can’t let that stop me from blogging because I really do miss it so.
I’m reclaiming my blogging innocence, breaking my own self-made blogging rules, and doing what I can (when I can).
Miss you guys!