It is a sham. An illusion. It all belies the truth of the shy, quiet, overly introverted homebody of a foodblogger that I truly am.
Genetics and personality-driven paralysis aside though, I was also sort of scared into anti-blog-socialism by external factors. I would surf the food blogosphere, read, lurk, marvel at the photos, admire the writing, envy the lifestyle behind these fabulous food blogs, and then with every click, sink progressively lower and lower in my ergonomic home-office chair, humbled. I sulked, felt sorry for myself, embarassed by my own blog.
And thanks to an entire patio full of pie-baking, tart-making, fish grilling, drink swilling, fruit salad-tossing, candy-flossing LA food bloggers and one teeny tiny little Deep End Diner-to-be, I am learning that meeting new people isn’t scary.
It’s not, esepcially since we’re all just a bunch of fruits and nuts, anyway. ;)
I am not completely over it. I am not bursting out of bed every day, jumping into the shower, pouring myself into a dress, dancing out of the house in a fabulous pair of sandals, a smiling *airkisskiss* social hurricane ready to embrace a brave new world of strangers.
But I am getting over it. Getting. In fact, “getting” might be a little bit of an overstatement. It’s more like “starting to get” over it. I am not quite there yet but I have begun the process, and I suppose, like they say about every effort to get to a final destination, the journey is half the fun.
So yes, I am ready. I am willing. I am ready and willing to finally. Get. Over. It.
Let’s meet. Let’s eat.
** a year ago today, pacifico's was a total failure. thank god. **