When I started this blog. I thought I was going to use it as a means to start a small business in Community Supported Agriculture. As time went on I realized that as much as I wanted to become a CSA Farmer, it just wasn't meant to be. I have moderate arthritis in my hands and various other joints, making full time gardening and committing to customers simply more of an obligation than I could respectfully fulfill. However, I wasn't ready to abandon the dream for Girasole Farm that I had envisioned, so like all life's plans and dreams, I had to slightly alter Girasole Farm into a more realistic lifestyle. In reality life is what happens here, real life. There have been, on more than one occasion, times that I don't know what to write about, or if writing would make any sense at all. Also, when I first started blogging, I would visit other blogs and convince myself that my life was so mundane compared to others’. Such beautiful homes, gardens, amazing photos, overflowing creativeness and beautifully written words. Often times I just felt inadequate, and discouraged.
I always try to remind myself why I started to blog in the first place and that it doesn't matter what others think, I am making a written journal for myself and my family. If I have the opportunity to connect with friends, new and old, that is just an added blessing. Maybe something I write will inspire someone, help them in some way, or make them feel at home with me. Maybe I can help them to understand that it's OK to be 'regular' in this dream filled, sometimes 'rose colored' world of blogging, because most days are just that'regular'. Honestly, I wish I had more family and friends that blogged, so if your reading this- get to starting that blog- I'll even help you get started.
I want to look back at the years and remember life, life as it really happened, including the good times, hard times, failures, successes, sadness and happiness, all the things that make life memorable. I want this for my children, and gran-children, and for all that care to follow along.
In the end it doesn't matter that I am not an amazing writer, what matters is that I wrote.
The Girasole Lady