Writing has been on my mind, though, and I mentioned to Tim recently that it just feels weird writing at the kitchen table or sitting on the couch. It's too quiet or too noisy; the chair is too stiff or too squishy. I'm tired or preoccupied or...or...or...Excuses? Maybe. I think that's a small part of it.
As I'm in the second year of writing this blog, the bigger issue is saying what I want to say about food and life. This blog was never just about eating, gardening, or cooking; it's about me (and my loved ones) eating, gardening, cooking, and especially living. Have I let you in to see that? Or, more specifically, have I let you in enough? Therein lies this writer's dilemna.
Even though I wasn't there, I learned something from the talk given by Shauna Ahern at the Big Summer Potluck. As a featured speaker, she said something that resonated so much with the attendees that nearly all of the recaps I've read have repeated it: Expose your messy life.
Last summer I was at a social event with some acquaintances from college and one person asked me about my food blog. How did I get the idea for it? (Wanted a place to share thoughts.) Do I have a lot of readers? (Sometimes.) What have I made recently? (Pickles!) At that she exchanged a glance with another acquaintance, and very seriously asked me, "Is that really fun for you?"
I was a bit taken aback. It took me a minute to gather my thoughts before I answered, very honestly, "Yes." And that was the end of our conversation. In fact, I avoided her the rest of the night. I know that most people don't get it--why I get a little thrill cooking something new and challenging, even when it fails in the most sensational way (exploding jars, deflated cakes, burned roasts). And for many the internet is still a strange and scary place with overwhelming masses of information, but I like it out here in the world wide web. It's comforting to reach through my high speed connection to find someone who gets it, even a small part of it. Whatever it is.
But she also doesn't know that my interest in food isn't simply a weekend hobby. And this is something very few people know about me--food and I alternate between best friends and sworn enemies. One day I will eat and feel fantastic, energized, inspired, and the next day food will force me into the fetal position with the heating pad on my stomach and a cold washcloth on my forehead.
It's a complicated relationship; something I've been dealing with for the past twelve years, quietly, shamefully. It's not a pleasant conversation to have with someone, which is why so few know the extent of it, and I'm extremely fortunate to have a husband who never complains about caring for me. But being my occasional care-taker is not the marriage he asked for, and it's not the role I want to impose on him, even if it's somewhat out of my control.
I am seeing a specialist to try to rule in or rule out some different things. I've already had some early testing done and we are starting to work our way through it, albeit slowly. It's likely that I will be doing specific food elimination trials to find out if that helps me to feel well more consistently. And it's also possible that it's not going to be that simple. The fact that it could be difficult to pinpoint the cause--it's something I try not to think about.
That's where I'm at right now. Still kind of figuring things out, thankful that other bloggers have come forward with their own confusing relationships with food, and more appreciative than ever for the days, like today, when I feel well. I sat on the patio after dinner tonight and listened to the cicadas sing love songs to one another. It's one of my favorite sounds of summer.
I had expected a bit of anxiety when I neared the end of writing this all out, but truthfully I feel calm. This is my story, maybe not quite the beginning of it, but definitely nowhere close to the end. It feels like as good a place as any to start telling you, and it came more easily to me than anything else I've written this summer. I will continue to share what I learn about my relationship with food, and I hope to learn more about yours, simple and complicated, too.
