I took a year off of blogging. It wasn’t something I aimed to do, It’s just what life required of me to ensure that my creativity would be preserved.

In the days following my 25th Birthday, I felt stuck. Indifferent. I second-guessed old content, scrubbing it from the record, only to regret hiding parts of my journey a week later. Thoughts of procrastinating and rushing crept in after not keeping up with things I never valued in the first place.

Blogging evolved right before my eyes–starting as place hosted on Blogspot & such where people could journal & create long-form impassioned pieces about the best and worst of life’s experiences. It became a space with limited readership, ads that weren’t just in the sidebar, and viral, imitated content masquerading as originality. Blogging was always my hobby. To compare my methods to those of people who created as a career was impractical.  To blog in today’s world requires an unrelenting enthusiasm for a medium that is constantly being watered-down. A medium that has supposedly already begun it’s downward spiral to becoming completely obsolete.  I didn’t have that enthusiasm, and I’ve never been one to force it. This was no time to start.

It wasn’t so much a conscious decision to call it quits, as it was an overriding desire to capture life– with no expectation or destination. No post requirements or deadlines to convey the passion I felt for any given topic. I was lucky enough to year, a chance to sit back and observe the fluctuations in creative realms. Then I would educate myself on the aspects that were establishing themselves as the new mediums of modern social expression.  I still kept my camera by my side. In hopes of coming across something that spoke to a piece of my soul, and to capture it–with no ulterior motive.  Most of the time I did. Now I have the opportunity to share that with you, on my terms. To find the right words before I explain it to you on a deadline. 

Here's what I devoted myself to instead:

Stayed Local.

It is a beautiful day in the neighborhood, especially if you're lucky enough to call Lawrenceville your neighborhood.  Paved trails trace the ghosts of railway lines from my block to the pinnacle of our steel city, and the culmination of the three rivers-- The North Shore. Flanked with the arena's of the greats, with skyline views that inspire.    Any day started with a pedal down to the point provokes a fresh appreciation for these gritty city surroundings.  While I live in the city (let's face it, this Chicken will come home to roost in the country one day) I'm making sure that I take full advantage of the access it gives me, the diverse pockets of society it allows me to experience, and so much more.

work .

work .

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I cooked. I got better. I learned how to grocery shop like an adult and not like someone shopping for an entire youth soccer team. I cooked food I never served anyone. I once cried over letting a perfect eggplant get over-ripened. Took weeks off, burned everything,  but I got better.   Cooking is truly one of those things that you only get better at it, the more you do it.  (Or in my case, the more you fail at it) 

My man & I took advantage of some opportunities we had to vend our vintage collection at some really excellent events around Pittsburgh. This capture is from the Ace Hotel, a long-time favorite for a night out. 

My man and I also took a leap of faith and started a renovation project. We've been working to create a collective retail/studio space that promotes togetherness and sharing your blessings.  The building we're working on previously served as our storage "junk drawer". Complete with fluorescent lights and drop ceilings, we had to get creative to ensure that we left our mark on it. We will be opening in the month of November,  Plenty of updates to come.  I'll be covering what that process was like, what this means for us, as well as the river-town of Verona! 

I cut back on all freelance work.  I adore many things about my job. One big plus is that the security it provides allows me to pass on projects (of all sorts)  that don't resonate with my style or fit into my schedule.  The few sets I ended up on were welcoming & wonderfully collaborative.

 All while balancing a 9-5 that's the #1 priority. Professions that take place on the interwebs or require lots of screen-time take a toll on the eyes, and in turn creativity.  Some days the last thing you want to do after a day on the computer is to hop back on and manage the analytical side of content creation.