Guilt Free Cupcake

The other night, K and I were talking about our little blog here, and how neglected & unwanted guiltfreecupcake must feel. This was not our intention, GFC. Sorry if we made you feel like the forgotten, red-headed stepchild.  We love you and your gorgeous red hair!

The lack of updates can be attributed to the fact that we’re busy, dream-chasing New Yorkers…but that’s bullshit. We should make time for our craft. We truly see writing as a catharsis and way to express ourselves more effectively than, let’s say a drunk email or FB status update (we still love those, though). And writing for our seven fans certainly encourages us to be more prolific. 

This should not surprise you, but the pace of city life is fast, maybe even faster than the speed of sound or a Kardashian wedding/divorce. And mach-levels of intensity have made the balancing act of personal life vs. professional life more challenging. I find myself organizing my life with Google calendar, which I suppose is adaptation as I get older, busier, and more popular! [insert hair toss]

But then you get days where life seems slow, like this sleepy and effing humid Saturday afternoon. Aside from the fact that I finally got 8+ hours of sleep, I was able to catch up on Parks & Recreation, read a frightening article a la The New Yorker about a superbug, put away laundry, and write – the end result of which you are now reading.

I thought I had to actively schedule introspection, but really, I just need to schedule time to write it all out. After all, revelations do not have to be planned. An admission of one’s own thoughts or feelings can occur randomly. It happens while I’m walking through Union Square or when I’m on the subway going over the Manhattan Bridge.

Take this poem that I scribbled on a napkin, for example:

Phantom limbs

lost in battle, lost in war

permanently removed.

Get used to it. He is no longer a part of your life.

Yikes, right? Keepin’ it very real, that was about particular male who has taken a less active role in my life. And I’m sure this will make for a very interesting article for GFC someday. Maybe. Getting back to the central thought here…

I have to write more. If not for myself, than for the strange hope that one of our readers takes something away from what I contribute on the interwebz. Good to be back, cupcakes.

 {B}