Yes There Are Two Paths in The Forest, But In The Long Run, There's Still Time To Change The Road You're On

These days I wander round the woods, contemplating my direction in the Forest.  As I sit under the trees, feeling the breeze, eating leaves, mushrooms and chocolate.  Why did I resist the call of the wild so long?  I have realized that the only things that really matter are peace, love and joy.  

  I never started this blog to make money.  I started it to save the forest.  But how can fashion save the forest?  I prefer to make my own clothes, and tend to wear the same brown and green garments every day, washing them in my barrel and hanging them to dry when needed.  The "lifestyle blog" format of daily outfits, friday favorites, and shopping hauls is not saving our planet.  The business model of selling advertising on your blog, sponsored posts...that was never my vision of the Forest.  Instead I saw a social network of forest friends, sharing how we can all go greener, crafting and cooking and making art.  So what happened?

My life changed in the blink of an eye.  I went from a working girl to a hobbit housewife.  Suddenly, I felt pressure not only to run a business; I was now responsible for the cooking, cleaning, and crafting of a whole household.  I would wake up and yell at everyone for making the house such a wreck when I had just spent hours cleaning it the day before.  I needed a picture-perfect home, something that would look good in blog photos.  My home never met my expectations, because I held them to other's standards.  After spending the morning cleaning I would frantically try to squeeze in a blog post, any blog post.  I felt like I needed to post daily, and found myself shoving crap content onto my "storyblog", as I once called it...

These days I take it easier.  (I know what you're thinking, "How much easier does she need to take it"?)  I believe we were not put on this earth to feel stress 99 % of the time.  I believe we are meant to live, love, and learn. My new goal is to create a work of art every day.  It could be something as small as a poem or a gourmet dinner.  If I blog about it, great, but I'm giving myself permission to just live.  To write plays, novels, and songs.  To lead my own life.

I feel like I'm at the crossroads in the forest trails, like I'm in the middle of a particularly good chapter of life.  Within three years, big changes will be taking place.  I need to stop and smell the rosemary once in a while.  Sit under a shady tree with a big book of Yeats, feeling the sun shining and playing with my cats and lying in the sun with my love.  I don't have time to cut the grass.  Let it grow, let it grow, let it grow...