It took a lot to get me back here. Something that was so easy to me, became too much. I started this blog with the intention of having fun doing the things I loved; which were baking, photography, and writing. I enjoyed it a lot. I got to try new things in the kitchen, learned more about photography, and poured out my process and a story to go with it with every post.
After a while, my want to continue baking diminished. I felt forced to bake and to produce content, even though the person applying pressure was myself. In all honesty, I didn’t see the value in forcing myself to produce if I felt no one was going to see it. Let’s be real, not many (if any) people are reading this and at this point, I’m not sure I care.
Which is what is bringing me back.
In the time I stopped blogging as Lucy the Baker, a lot has happened in my life. Between the stresses of working in digital marketing, to the little things that grow into bigger things at home, I got tired. Tired of everything. My focus was to go to work and sleep, with eating somewhere in between.
Lately, I’ve gotten tired of being tired.
Sure, I’m not getting any younger and I will get more tired of anything and everything as time progresses, but I don’t want that to be the reason I stop doing things that make me happy.
So, here I am. No longer as Lucy the Baker, though that is a moniker I plan on continuing to carry for the rest of my life, but as Lucy.
As I’ve grown over the years, I’ve been steadily trying to break out of my protective shell. Growing up incredibly sheltered help create this shell. It’s been a long process; a huge learning curve, as I learn lessons late in my life that most learned in their teens. I work hard at breaking this shell every day, and plan on doing so until it’s all gone, which brings me to the “Living” part in all of this.
It’s a little hard for me to admit this but I’ve gotten comfortable with being comfortable. You know what they say, “nothing good comes out of your comfort zone,” or something like that. I don’t want to be comfortable in the comfort anymore. There’s so much more out there that I could be doing or experiencing. Here’s the hard part: it’s going to take baby steps, but it’s something I want to do for me, and put it here for me, whatever that may be.
I can’t promise you perfectly written posts, or perfectly taken/edited photos and content. What I can promise you is that every post will undoubtedly be me, and I’m not perfect.
As I write this letter to you and myself, know this: while this project will be another learning curve, I will possibly be slow to adapt, and I will pour everything I have because I want this to be another one of my loves.
To myself: get out there, have fun, and live life. Experience the unknown, learn to be comfortable in the uncomfortable, take more risks, but also take care of yourself. You need this.