So, I’ve been pretty absent around here lately…
No new posts or recipes since June, a fairly neglected Facebook page, sparsely any food images on Instagram… all the symptoms of a true deadbeat blogger are present.
I wish I could tell you that going silent for the summer was something I planned, that I had intentionally taken time away from blogging to rest, recharge, and get my creative juices flowing again. The less fun reality is that I was navigating a weird funk for most of the summer. Personally. Creatively. Professionally.
I felt like I kept retracing the same feelings of confusion, apathy, and frustration. Like a tire stuck in a rut, I would try to move forward and maybe even start to reach dry ground, only to slip again and land back in the muddy track of my frustration.
It wasn’t until July that the cause of my ennui became apparent. I was having lunch with my cousin, and she was describing the “three-nager” phase her daughter was going through, she said that children often act out more when they’re about to enter into a phase of developmental growth, that it’s their mind’s way of dealing with processing so many new things. I sat there and felt like she was describing me. My problem with no name had finally been called out. For a while my mind has been saying, “Hey girl, we’re ready for a phase of growth, it’s time for challenges and new things!”, but instead of embracing the need to evolve, I ignored it. And that is when funk city (population→ Sarah) settled in.
Friends, we are meant to change. To grow. To try new things. To be scared. To be curious. To be challenged. And no amount of Gilmore Girls reruns or self prescribed Netflix coping is going to fix that underlying need. People are not meant to atrophy on their couches and give up on growth at the tender age of 29 (well, 30 as of August).
So where has this revelation lead me? To be completely honest, not very far from where I started yet. I have the personality misfortune of being equal parts perfectionist and critic, which often leaves me stuck in neutral when forward motion is needed most. (Man, am I killing it with the car references today or what?)
Neutral is not going to cut it anymore though, it’s time to jump in. It’s time to be scared, to take chances, to try things, to push forward, to grow, and yes, to even fail at times. Because the other option, the disillusioned couch coma, it’s just not working out.
Is it cool with you guys if we start hanging out more often? Can I write my silly stories and share some recipes with you again? Let’s try some new and scary things together. And let’s give ourselves permission to leave our inner critics and perfectionists behind on the couch.
P.S. Have you guys ever experienced similar funk phases?
If so, what did you do shake off your atrophy? I’d love to hear any of your advice, ideas, stories, or strategies for igniting personal growth; I am all ears my friends!