Despite not being a morning person, when I have the pleasure of being awake early and not having the need to rush off somewhere, I love lying in bed, starring out my window and taking in the quiet still of morning. I breathe that soft mid-morning way and allow thoughts to float on the horizon. How I wish I could prolong this state,
record these thoughts, but the moment I begin to pluck them from the sky, think and reach for my notebook, they take on weight and my breathing goes into full throttle.
This sums up my past year.
I have tasted 100s of wines, written countless tasting and pairing notes, but published only one story about wine, one about the psychology of baking. Why? Depending on the day and hour, the reason-list varies, but Reality suggests it’s because I haven’t given myself enough space to breathe. To sit. To feel. To embrace. Instead, I’ve spent too much time chasing the wind, leaving myself gasping for air. ChasingJen this is not.
This blog was born out of a need to write. A need to create time to listen: to myself, to the Universe, and to a menagerie of characters, characters which had disappeared from my periphery, no longer whispering their stories to me or diving onto the page and demanding to be heard, seen. And it was born out of a want to create the next generation of me.
I’ve been through many mutations — be it (wanna be) dancer, classical pianist, playwright, to name a few — but one morning as I sipped coffee and looked around my office, part library part bar, a letter led to a word which led to a thought, albeit initially strange on the tongue: I should write about wine … I think. And what started as a question led to a definite. I mean, I like wine, have been fortunate to drink some truly superb wine over the years, and as a writer we’re told to write what we know, and I just happened to know what I liked and didn’t (despite not necessarily knowing the why).
Thus is the creation myth of ChasingJen, which took its first steps in July 2011 at the Wine Bloggers Conference in Charlottesville, Virginia. Since that auspicious
beginning I have had the pleasure and honor of meeting with, conversing with, and sharing experiences with a most eclectic group of wine aficionados from around the world. But what began that July as a clear-cut idea has since been stood on its head, flipped upside down, and almost lost its balance while being turned around and around on an intellectual merry-go-round.
This is my essence: a never ending, albeit often exciting, journey of change and discovery. What will I experience tomorrow? Please subscribe to tag along and find out, but I warn you! you’ll need to buckle up as the road is sometimes bumpy.