Once again John Lennon has me pegged. Life’s what happens while you’re busy making other plans.
I didn’t mean to take a six month break from my blog. I just got involved in…stuff.
Right now I’d like to use the metaphor of being a caterpillar in a cocoon waiting to emerge as a beautiful butterfly.
But I hate butterflies. Seriously.
However, I do feel like I’ve been in a cocoon: reading and thinking and reformulating and agonizing and analyzing and reading some more. I applied to grad school mostly on a whim to move to London and ended up realizing how deeply in love I am with the non-fiction genre. I’ve been reading everything I can get my hands on, learning and thinking again.
And now I’m ready to write. New adventures are afoot.
I’m in London. For as many times as I imagined it, for as fidgety as my soul was, I never really thought I’d do it.
But here I am. And I am inspired.
I figured after such a long break I might as well pep things up, and thus the new layout and title. While “A Perfectly Glorious Hot Mess” was self-deprecating in an “I’m cheekily embracing my imperfections” kind of way, it suddenly occurred to me I just didn’t feel like projecting that image into the world anymore. I’m not a hot mess, cutesy or otherwise. I’m a lady with ambitions and passions and mad cases of the giggles. Time to embrace THAT.
So Wanderlust and Cupcakes. Because I love to travel. I’m restless, itchy, I need to go and see and seek and open myself to newness, particularly because a lot of the time I hate newness. The world is too big, it makes me anxious and giddy.
And cupcakes. Because I love cupcakes. But this blog won’t be a record documenting my attempts to find the best cupcake in London (though if I find good ones, you’ll be the first to know. Cupcakes seem scarcer in Europe than America, and that is a weighty issue that will require a whole blog of its own at some point.)
No, I mean existential cupcakes. Whatever it is that drives you, that makes you ecstatic, that makes your intensely personal and unique clock tick, bell ring, heart swoon.
A cupcake can definitely do that. But so can so many other things, and I’m out to find all of mine.
(And before the PhDs among you jump down my throat, I suppose I mean metaphorical cupcakes rather than existential. But I imagine if the existentialists had had cupcakes they wouldn’t have been so gloomy.)
So watch this space. I have about six months of blogs leaking out my ears, begging to be written. London lays at my feet for observing and experiencing. I already have trips planned to Amsterdam and Manchester. I already have an idea for a book.
So go find and eat your cupcakes and come back and read this and we’ll compare notes. There is so much to talk about.