I'm a faker, as in, I sometimes prefer to fake things. Prepare for this oral presentation? Nah, I'd rather fake it. How many weeks is a cow pregnant for? 58. Is it true? I have no idea. I made that number up. Cooking some sauce? Throw in a little of this and a little of that, I'm sure that's right. Read a pattern? Maybe the first time, but then I just make stuff up.
Sometimes, people ask me real questions, and I answer, quickly and confidently. And I have no idea if I just lied or not. Because I'm faking it. I often like to just try and do something myself, and if I encounter trouble, then I'll look up how others have done it.
All that to say, I kinda just started this blog thing, and made it up as I went along. Remember Cake Week 2012?? I totally just made that up. I mean, it was awesome, but it was also just something I did. As is much of this blog.
So now I've been thinking, to what purpose? Why am I blogging? Is it enough to blog simply because I'm alone in my house the majority of my hours and my dog doesn't talk back? I've been feeling a little introspective, which generally goes hand-in-hand with me being out of sorts, and so I've been absent for a bit. I would like to keep blogging, I've met friends and learned tons and all that jazz. But when schedules start weighing on me and life picks up (and continues to pick up, as it's sure to do), I realize the need to prioritize. However, when you're doing something with no stated purpose, it's hard to figure out where it goes on the priority list.
