It's sort of silly to remark on the length of time that has passed since I last posted on here, given that I don't think anyone reads this. But the reason is that in a lot of ways, I haven't had much to say. I haven't made any major changes or done anything significantly different with my life in the past... oh, let's say two years. Instead, I grew busier and busier at work and allowed that to consume my days and nights. In addition to that, I traveled a little more, I saved a lot more, I took on new responsibilities and pushed off others.
I grew fat and tired. Diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at 32 years old. Made some lifestyle changes, and attempted to say yes more often to fun opportunities, and to say no when I meant it. Took a good long look at myself both as an individual and as part of a family and as part of a community. Tried to be a better spouse, a better daughter, a better friend. Tried to be better to myself, even when I felt like I didn't deserve it.
Still haven't figured things out, really: what I want from my existence, and what my existence seems to want from me. However, the constant for me throughout all of this was my kitchen, and what I could make with my own two hands. Maybe it's time to chronicle that publicly. Maybe it's not. I think I'll give it a shot and see what happens.