It’s time for a new season, a new change again…
I’ve had to re-do this post, to re-write it. When you’re a blogger, it takes guts and fortitude to be transparent, vulnerably brave, because YES, you do get your haters along the way through mean emails and messages/social media-comments about the topics that you write or the way you cook or look… and you most likely will have a few of them in your own family, sadly as it is. Ostracizing is part of their mechanism. But you have to be you.
“Three times’ charm”… “Said by or to someone who has failed at something twice; used as a means for encouragement, expressing hope that all things will work out on the third try.” Like this post, re-doing it for the third time, I will be re-doing this blog for the third time… and monetizing it like crazy-mad.
I’ve had some things occur recently that are just a tad disturbing to publish. For one thing, I got broken into not long after my move… but even outside of that, instead of letting anger and bitterness reside, I’m attempting to bring contentedness here, not the ugliness of people.
Skirt in the Kitchen will no longer be named as the name that it originally started with; rather, she will carry my name. [“Night”, not “Nut” or “Knew-it”… corny? I thought so. You know I have to be weird, and prefer it that way.] The previous title will never be up for grabs for anyone to purchase. I will always own it, legally and forthright. I’m taking back my identity and “placing a crown on it”–the way it should have been instead of only trying to meet the expectations and adoration of others while spiting my nose. I will miss the beloved name I gave her. But when I think about it, I am her. I am Skirt in the Kitchen…
Some segments will remain; such as, A Skirt Garden. And, yes, there will be food. But it will transition into the lifestyle blog that it was meant to become. There’s nothing holding it back now. Growth and progress go hand in hand. Things change for the good. And there is always good coming from bad that happens in our lives if we so choose.
In the midst of decorating a tree, up-doing the house with holiday charm as much as possible, I am trying to turn a deaf ear to what’s in the news lately. [I’m glad he’s not getting a payout.] Why can’t men just be really good men… not just a few of them.
A voice must be heard, it must be spoken regardless. It’s not meant to be nailed shut to a brick wall. If nobody can respect you, then leave. Forsake if need be for your own value. It’s difficult to cut strings when you’re forced, when your heart’s in it, but there are times when you simply make a decision because the years are unwilling to change unless you do–unless you make the years change. When you say that you want and aim to be healthy in your soul and with your connections of people in life, that you value your life. You choose.
You go on and keep dreaming, you keep doing, you keep trying and supplying… you just do!
Keep busy, find your sweet spot, even if it’s hanging curtain sheers! Find what makes you tick, what drives your passion–could be a number of things, but which one stands out to you?
“Love and peace.”