It has been over a year, nearly 100 posts, and I am still questioning myself with each post. Is this an interesting rant? Is it an enticing recipe? Do they belong together? Why do they belong together? Am I too detached? Too personal? Do I sound like I am writing in my journal (please shoot me if I do!)? Why would anyone read this and not the thousands of other blogs? Is my manicure good enough for the next photo shoot? You know- important questions.
There is no way for me to explain exactly how much I struggle over writing, over what I post, how I say it, how little, how much, how strongly. Masochism perhaps. It is the struggle I am drawn to because I am about to dive into more of it. Big changes in the life of French Press Memos are upon us - soon to be shared with you- very soon.
Right now, as hundreds of questions and thoughts and plans and ideas run frantically through my head, I feel like I have found the cure to quieting down my mind, my worries, my doubts. Tequila. I do not advise you (or I) do shots, but a nice margarita serves a variety of purposes this week: (1) calms down the restless mind, (2) pretends to honor and celebrate Cinco de Mayo, (3) helps Ma deal with the circus that has become Mother's Day (trust me, Ma needs it).
The French Press Memos Margarita
Ingredients: 2 ounce tequila, 1 ounce Cointreau, 1 ounce fresh squeezed lime juice, 1/2 ounce simple syrup.
Mix the ingredients together in a cocktail shaker with some ice. Shake it well. Like you mean it.
Drink up, relax, and come visit again soon.
Photography by Jennifer Olson.