Welp
First things first. My mom doesn't approve of "Well, Fork." Okay, that's not true. She digs the whole blog thing, she just doesn't care for cursing. The truth, though? My life has had a lot of BS moments, and "Well, Fork" feels like an honest representation of things. So here we are. (Side note: Haven't watched The Good Place with Kristen Bell? Do it.)
The thing is, I've been putting off this blog for years. I had a certain idea of how my twenties would go, and blog writing didn't feel like a reasonable or responsible thing to prioritize. I looked around at my (stupidly smart and beautiful) friends and, man, were they checking boxes. They were moving up. Even though writing always felt like home to me, I thought I needed to do more.
What I realized is I'm a circle peg. I'm a round little nubbin, and the twenty-to-thirty-something professional platform is as square as it gets. The thing about most circles is they can fit in a square, assuming both shapes are around the same size. It's not like a square trying to fit into a circle, which is basically impossible. So that's kinda been me. A circle peg trying to find home in a square hole. It fit. I could make it work. But it wasn't right. There was so much room around the edges, and no matter how hard I tried, I didn't feel like I was being true to myself. There was a circle hole somewhere out there, and it was my mission to find it.
So I did what all my smart friends would never do, I quit my job and kinda mostly stopped looking for a new one. Full disclosure, a serious health condition also guided these decisions, but I'll leave that for a Lights Out post or something. Anyways, this blog is my try at a circle hole. This blog is my attempt to feel like... me.
Regarding the sections of Well, Fork, I'm a complex gal. Overall I consider myself an optimist. But I'm also stubborn and particular as hell. The drift? My right brain and left brain are equals. Both sides see victory, but it's a battle zone. So some sections are confrontational and somewhat abrupt (Denver Bitch), and some are rhythmic and pensive (Lights Out, Cinephiles).
This monstrous "About" section aside, I hope you like some of the stuff here. I do.