JOURNEY TO RYE AND BUTTER
My journey to Thomas Rye wasn't easy, the 6 months leading up to him was an emotional path I had never been on. When I was a little over 2 months pregnant Timmy and I moved to Portland, Or and left our New York City life because of Timmy's job. And then I got a job offer. It came very unexpectedly. On an impulse I had applied to a few jobs in Portland because I felt like maybe we needed to leave the city since we were going to have a baby. By surprise I actually received a job. Timmy and I debated if we should do it, we knew we would eventually want to leave NYC and go to Portland or maybe to midwest where I am from to raise our family, so we said fuck it lets do it.
Once we got out to Portland nothing seemed to go our way, there seemed to always be some road blocks. I know life isn't perfect and shit happens but I just couldn't handle it, I grew more and more depressed, I felt so weak. I was always crying. I know it was partially due to hormones, but i never felt less in control of my emotions. I was the biggest cry baby. Everyday I would go ok Rye will be here in 90 days, 80 days and so on and so on. Knowing I would eventually have him was what got me out of bed.
Finally I was sick of just being sad, sick of feeling sorry for myself. Sick of saying I made a mistake moving. So i decided to make lemons out of lemonade and channel my inner Beyoncé (we are both Virgo's so that means I am like her) do what I have always wanted to do! I always wanted to do a food blog but I took crappy photos of my food so I always felt like I wasn't able to enter into food blogging world, but I wasn't going to let that discourage me anymore, and I started learning how to plate food and take photos. I started getting better and better and then I started posting on Instagram and getting good feedback. It was the confidence booster I needed and those tears went away. My photos are still a work in progress, but I got to say I am very proud of myself.
I wasn't sure if I could actually maintain a blog since I was going to become a new mom, but after going through 60 hours of pre-labor pains and then giving birth to Rye, I realized I can do anything and nothing will ever stop me again for doing something I believe in.