First Time

I am female. I do not roar. I squeak and sometimes eek out opinions when no one's looking. I am not a teenage girl. I am not a middle aged woman. I do not hate my body. I'm not trying to sell you my American art. I am bipartisan. I am agnostic. I do not have political or religious views to share. I am in my thirties. I love food. I thrive on art and culture. However through no conscious fault of my own, I do not allow myself to delve into the finer points of either of these pastimes that I have somehow considered staples and motivators of my life. I am middle class. I am working class. I am an academic. I can fit into any categorical pinhole if given enough leeway. I like to doodle little birds, robots, and sometimes giant carrots with legs. I love to photograph nature and the banal. I do not consider this deep.

I live in a place where too often the things I do and say are but shadowy glimpses of what I actually think. Yet I believe that applies to everyone at some given time or other. I get very jealous of people. I have empathy for others. I am often sweet. I can be mean. I cry when I see something sad. I cry when I see something happy. I always cry at weddings. I've never cried at a funeral. 

I'm not entirely sure of the purpose of this  blog other than a structured outlet for a journey I plan on making. Through art and food, I plan to rekindle whatever it is I think needs rekindling. Perhaps my words will circle back on themselves as I write them, and whatever I think needs doing will get done. Perhaps...but for now, this is my first time...