Heart Birth

It's been a long time since I've blogged but today is my birthday and I thought that it would be a nice present to myself to take the time to write here. Well, I also made a crappy gluten-free Betty Crocker chocolate cake with homemade cream cheese frosting and pecans. Good, but embarrassing to admit that I enjoyed (not just eating it, but only taking 5 minutes to make it).
You, dear reader, may be wondering why I haven't been blogging or cooking for guys. I've also been trying to figure that out. The other night I had this realization: I am closed. I don't mean close-minded (although I can be that) or picky (and that too), but I've shut myself off from imagining myself with a lover and I've gotten used to it. It seems impossible to start again. I practically avoid situations where I might even meet someone.

But this was the day that I was born. I'm approaching 30 so, maybe it is time that I give birth. Not birth to a baby or a small, yappy dog, but to me. To my heart.