Then before you know it, you have a very small circle of friends. That circle includes your cat or dog. You are—shall I say it?—dull. You have little to talk about except TV, sports, and the adorable thing your cat or dog just did.
And that’s why I love food blogging. In the last two years I’ve met the most amazing people. People I would never have met otherwise. I had lunch in Portland on a blind date with Spabettie after connecting on Twitter. She’s 20+ years younger than me, gluten-free and vegan, and we had an absolute blast talking about food and food photography.
I went to Camp in the woods and met a whole new group of food bloggers, many of whom write about healthy eating, and now we have a Facebook group.
I went to France. I had wanted to go to France since studying French in 5th grade. On my 50th birthday, we took the train to a small town in Provence to meet up with Angela, who I had met in Mexico.
I went to a vegan potluck and met some incredible people who are working in cancer prevention and raw foods.
I connected with a local chef on Facebook and gave him a pizzelle maker that had been languishing in the cupboard for a decade.
I went to the TEDActive conference and met a ton of new people. And gave a ride to a total stranger from Germany to the conference. And another one, named Daniel, I drove back to San Diego. Daniel is a global citizen: Croatian parents, raised in Germany, lives in Mexico, works in Chile. We had lots to talk about during the 3-hour drive home.
An unexpected side benefit is that I feel better than I’ve felt in a long, long time. More energized. More excited about my regular work. I don’t know where this blogging is going to take me, but I’m so glad I jumped in and tried.
What have you been longing to try in your life, but were afraid, or too tired, or too busy? What are you waiting for?