2017 was a big and busy year for me.
I turned 50 on paper, yet, mentally never really got past 17.
I travelled over 3,000 kilometres by myself to Austin Texas to attend PaleoFx. Not only did I embark on this journey solo, I met and stayed with a friend I had made online. Yes, I literally travelled across North America to meet and stay with a stranger in an AirBnB. Exactly the type of thing we caution our children not to do.
I met many of my food, nutrition and sciencey-type experts in Texas at book signings held during the event. It felt good to be able to thank them in person for all the work they share freely. Even experts deserve a thank you and a pat on the back. Those five days, the people, the food and the coffee are all memories I shall treasure for the rest of my time topside on the blue marble we call home.
In moments of self-reflection, I’ve learned I am sporadically creative. I have many passions and grand ideas and am working to create something from them.
When I get going, I get going like a high-speed bullet train. I am capable of doing and creating from the moment I open my eyes to the point I drop into bed mentally and physically drained. Those days, seriously, DO NOT come into the kitchen. You probably wouldn’t want to wander in as the music is guaranteed to be very loud and possibly highly inappropriate. I have extreme organized chaos under control and like a triage station, it all gets done.
Other days find me conjoined to my comfy chair, cat installed in my lap, coffee in hand and the last thing I feel like doing is making recipes or food prep hacking in any form. I will go for walks to the beach and stand and think about how the view changes yet remains the same. Time and tide, the two constants in our lives.
Then, there is this. And you. The reader. These posts are an extension of my mind, my thoughts. Some days I feel I was, perhaps, from a different period. A time when stories were passed from generation to generation while sitting round the communal fire. A raconteur of sorts. I treasure the way we can span time and space via the written word. You may read this the day I post or it may be dug up years from now. That connection we share is the same. Those who read this so I am not just a voice quacking in the void, “Thank you”. This has helped me walk the walk and talk the talk about the importance of food, nutrition, food-like products, mindset, movement, personal grace and memories. This is a commitment, yet not one, at the same time. My mind, like the tide, ebbs and flows at it’s own rate and I have learned to be ok with that.
I’ve learned to be kinder to myself. If a recipe post didn’t come to me every week, I used to mentally beat myself up over it. This caused a spiral effect in which my sleep was affected and I would get short with people. I realized that putting that pressure on myself was not healthy. I no longer self-flagellate over a pause in food and recipe development.
If something comes to me, rest assured, I’ll share it. If we hit a dry patch, well, I hope to entertain you, at the very least, until the next post.