The Continuous Beginning

I’ve maintained many blogs in the past, and I’ve always used them as platforms for various projects. However, they have never represented the whole me, as a woman in a world of self-sacrificing acceptance and expectation. At 31 and growing into my adulthood, I shouldn’t have to find myself, but after the changes of the last three years, I feel I owe it to myself to figure out what I am, who I am, and how that person can enjoy baking her cake (barefoot in the kitchen) and yet still experience the luxury of eating it too (for breakfast with a cup of coffee), if she wishes.