The life of a blog.

August first. AUGUST FIRST? What?! When did that happen? Summer flew by and I didn’t even catch a glimpse of it. Because I completely missed out on summer and all it has to offer I will just have to make fall twice as marvelous. To be honest, as exquisite as Madam Summer is, Lady Autumn is even more divine to me. I think fall will bring more trips, more pictures, more posts, more laughter, more work, and a little bit of heart ache. Let's enjoy it while we have it.

This blog ,we sit here spending time with right now, has a mind and purpose all it’s own. I am merely a means. For years I’ve felt this creativity welling up inside me but I never knew how to let it out. I tried photography but I wasn’t businessy enough to make that work all on it’s own. I loved writing but who would want to read my writing when I can’t figure out where to put that darn comma. Not only that, but who would be my audience? My friends have all heard my stories a thousand times and are they even good enough to share? I love being in the kitchen but my skills are not refined enough to be a baker or chef. I’m fairly good at several things but not GREAT at any one. How can I make this work? How am I supposed to release these creative desires when they’re all different? So, one day, I decided to quit my job and be a blogger.
“Excuse me? A what?” My mother said.
“Yes, mama, you heard me. I want to write and make things that are pretty and things that taste good and I want to teach people how to do it to. I want to make people smile and giggle and be free. I want to be an optimistic light in their day.”
“but, Amesie, what about a job, income, what will you do?” Such a mother thing to say.
“Guh! What is the matter with you people and all the sticky little details! Haven’t you ever had a dream?” I exclaimed in great dramatic exasperation!
My mother grinned and semi-rolled her eyes because she knew that once I’m set on something nothing but my own fears will stop me short of what I want. This hasn’t always been that easy, let me just tell you. However, mama bear has learned her lesson and learned that she just needs to let me go and try but to stay near enough… just in case.

Alas, here I am. With you. Writing something. I never know what it’s going to be. I just turn on Pandora, pick a station (today it’s Tom Waits), and start writing until something comes out.

So, bear with me and walk along this path to see where this blog will take.

Cheers friends!