Over the past four months, I’ve written and posted multiple entries with these photos, only to change my mind and take them down. I’ve been having a hard time finding a story to accompany these photos.
I don’t want to write a travel blog. I’m sure that anything I could write about Iceland has been written before a thousand times; I’m sure there are hundreds of blogs out there with more interesting things to say about Iceland than I do after having only been there for four days. Why should I assume that my personal take on Iceland would interest anyone other than myself? I’m self-involved, but I don’t like to kid myself.
But I still wanted to post these photos. They are nice photos, and I enjoyed taking them.
The problem was coming up with a text to accompany them, since I’m also reluctant to post pictures without words. It just seems like a wasted opportunity. I had the opportunity to subject the world to my words and ideas, and I didn’t take it.
I considered weaving passages of a completely fictional story between the photos. But that seemed too non-sequitur; these photos are personal, and to post them alongside a story that has nothing to do with me seemed a bit odd.
I tried writing a story about my earliest memories of food and cooking. Stories from when I was a child, barely tall enough to reach the stove. Stories from when I was a college student, living on her own and cooking spaghetti for the first time. But that also seemed weird, and somehow forced.
I could tell those posts would end up not working because I had such a hard time getting them down on paper. I toiled over those posts. The words didn’t come flowing out, as they tend to do with my very best posts.
And so, as I sit here drinking Spätburgunder and eating Käsespätzle out of a take-out container (how German can one get?), I will write about a topic that comes easily to me — my own life, in recent memory. This trip to Iceland took place almost exactly a year ago, and I’ve been thinking about how much my life, and how much I, as a person, have changed since then.
So, what has happened to me in this past year?
- I moved to Prenzlauer Berg.
- I started exercising (albeit irregularly) and cycling to work.
- I can count the number of times I was in Berghain on one hand.
- Our company grew to twice the size, I spoke at two major conferences, and generally started feeling much more comfortable in my professional skin.
- I started prioritizing health in my day-to-day diet (she says, as she downs another forkful of Käsespätzle). I mean of course I still embrace decadent foods when I’m in close proximity to them, but I exercise far more restraint than I did previously. And I started posting paleo recipes. (WTF?)
- I started thinking about who I want to be in 5 years, instead of just living in the now. (I am almost 30, after all.)
It’s easy to see what direction my life has taken. Wellness, adulthood, coming into my own as a professional womyn. So what does that mean for this blog? Well, there might be more health-conscious recipe posts than I’m historically known for. And, I might experiment with some more varied content. What does that mean? Basically marrying my love of food and data in the form of data-driven food-related blog posts. I’ve always been interested in food trends and other people’s eating habits. And I’ve spent the last decade or so of my life learning how to (and making a living by) drawing insights from data. What if I did posts like this one on death row meals but backed with quantitative instead of qualitative analysis? Yeah, it’s a tall order (heh), but we’ll see how it goes.