Well, I’ve been out of touch with you for uh… let’s see… more than three months. Stellar beginning in this thing we call a relationship. I can’t even begin to wonder what you’ve been thinking.
Forgive, me, please. It’s not that I wasn’t interested. It’s not that I didn’t find the entire idea of you getting to know me, me getting to know you, highly exciting. And sharing those 28 days of development with you was my plan, after all.
But so many things got in the way. New relationships. My job. My sister’s wedding. Being pulled in so many directions. Yet, the biggest issue was simply feeling what I think all budding bloggers feel: the fear of commitment.
The thrill of having jumped on the blog bandwagon worked itself into a downward spiral of feeling that fear. The self-imposed expectation that something witty, funny, insightful must come spilling forth from some inner wellspring regularly.
The fact of the matter is that this thing I call my new career direction – becoming a cheese maker, owning my own shop(s), this absolute freakish obsession around all things cheese – has indeed become a very large ball of yarn, with a thread I keep pulling that only increases the size of the ball of yarn.
I owe you so much more than excuses.
So, as I’ve been moving through the last few months of what have turned out to be the most intensely gratifying and well, satisfying (there, now I’ve said it!) period of my life, there has been someone else involved. An incredible cheese maker in her own right.
Intrigued? I hope so.
Originally posted August 24, 2011 on The Little Bleu Cheese Shop Web Site