So you guys may have noticed that along with my rapid decrease in blogging frequency, there’s been a lot less… well… food.

When I started this little blog’o'mine, I wasn’t really sure what I wanted it to be.  I started reading style blogs a few years ago as a way to inspire my evolving post-college wardrobe, but quickly realized I could never have one of those because a. I suck at taking pictures of myself and b. Brandon would never agree to being my personal photographer, nor would I want him to be.  Also I just don’t think my style is anything groundbreaking.

Then I found healthy living blogs and I felt a kinship to many of them.  I’ve always been into working out and eating healthy, and OMG I love peanut butter and oatmeal TOO!  But… I also smoked for like 10 years and love nothing more than to take down a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and an entire frozen pizza on a Saturday night.

So after some soul searching and trying to find my “voice”, I decided I would start a cooking blog.  I love to cook, always have, and eating healthier food was a big part of my triumphant pre-wedding weight loss where I discovered all kinds of new foods and cooking blogs that inspired me weekly, daily even.  So like a bolt of lightening, it was decided: I would be a food blogger, but with a dash of fashion smattered here and there and whatever random thoughts that I should feel the need to share.

But lately… I’ve found myself uninspired.  When I sit down to edit photos of sliced up veggies and bubbling casseroles, I feel “meh” about it.  I still love to cook, but with life being a little busier these days, and trying to find my stride with a job change, I don’t have the same fervor I once had for rushing home to whip up a fabulous meal and snap a bajillion (that’s a technical term) photos of it.  Instead, I’ve found myself sitting down to type, and just wanting to, well, talk.  When all is said and done, I think my favorite parts about blogging are the times when I get to spill my guts to all of you, and hear your thoughts.  I feel like I’ve found my “people” and I can be myself.  I’m not saying I’m never going to post another recipe ever again, but I think I need to embrace the shift.  I hope that you guys will still come back and indulge me in my ramblings about life and whatnot (another technical term), and don’t worry, I promise I’ll still share all my favorite crockpot recipes with you.  Who am I to deny true love?

What’s your favorite part of reading and/or writing a blog?