So this is another one that is really a few goals in
one. I want to be more organized, enjoy
my space and be more grateful. So really
I guess I want what seems to be the idyllic the blogger lifestyle.
But honestly, I don’t think I can do perfection. I read what has become the 2015 Food52 Piglet
Contest controversy of the year, in which a food blogger I
really enjoy, Adam Roberts gave
his perception and rating of 2 cookbooks.
In the now infamous review, he pokes some fun at MimiThorisson’s A Kitchen in France. And I
loved it! I hate reading a cookbook where there are more shots of the chef in question than of the food itself. I’m looking at you, Giada. Because maybe (maaaaaaaaaaaybe) I can master
that recipe, but I will never look like Giada or Mimi.
But this got a lot of flack with Food52
weighing in, as well as Eater, Design*Sponge and even Mimi herself.
Sorry for throwing that many links at you! I guess the whole thing just left me thinking
– yes, I liked Adam’s comic book review, and I have the same issues he does;
but at the same time I’m sorry someone’s feeling got hurt. And her life does look better than mine. And
I guess that’s my point. Even the
realistic bloggers have lives that are just unachievable for me.
Like this morning routine post from Blissfuland Domestic - I was reading, and nodding along and thinking – yep, so
true. When my kitchen sink is clean, I
do feel better. And oh yea, that’s true
– my tiny apartment looks so much better just by having the bed made! And then
I got to her third suggestion.
My lips tightened and pursed and my eyes narrowed. Throw a load of laundry on? Throw a load of laundry on?! And the mental rant
began. Lady! I live on the fifth floor of a walkup, and my nearest laundromat is a block away. A New York City Avenue block! So yea, forget
living on an idyllic farm in Southern France (with or without marble
mantels). I can’t live the lifestyle of
homemaker in Nevada. (Who I respect a lot. She's one heck of a homemaker).
But then it dawns on me… I don’t want either of those
lives. I actually was actually born on a
farm. Southern Missouri, not Southern
France, but still. It’s nice to visit
but I know I don’t want that life. I also know that I don’t want to be a homemaker.
I chose New York, and I love it. I am not a perfectionist,
but I am particular about certain things.
So… I guess I’ll do what I can, and accept that some things are out of
my control (like putting a laundromat in my building, which actually was a tenement building at one point, or having my ceiling fall down).
So revising my vague ‘blog regularly’ goal into something
meaningful and actionable, my new goal is to: Post 4 times a week to this blog, with something
I cooked, crafted, hung/designed or tried myself, with hopes to make myself
more of the person that I actually want to be. I feel pretty good about that goal. (But my fingers are still crossed!)