I am a woman made of superstition. If I were a sports fan, I’d be the person who doesn’t wash their team jersey for a season, or I might grow an obnoxious mustache. Anything to keep everything the same and the possibility open.
This time an opportunity presented itself and I didn’t dye my hair for three months, just in case. I waited. I stayed quiet and made myself available to the possibility of the answer. The noise of the lack of an answer has become overwhelming.
So in the most annoyingly vague way, that is the majority of the reason for my self-imposed hiatus. I’ve had photos, posts and recipes for a long time ready to share, but I felt it would break my peace or my chance at progression. I’m not very good at being quiet, so I’m done with all the nonsense.
Here’s a sneak peak at all the deliciousness I’ve been cooking up (with considerable help from Alora)!