I’m trying to honor the stress that still bubbles deep down inside. I don’t have a job, the world hurts, this autumn will be filled with big messy choices. And all of that is okay. And all of that will be part of how I grow.
I’m deprived (gladly, though they were delicious) of salted roasted peanuts and seasoned pistachios. Instead, I’ve been spent nearly six years mixing it up. Literally. I’ve tried it all… roasted edamame, every type of chocolate, a million forms of seeds. Finally, I think I’ve found the formula.
There’s a beautiful aloneness out on a walk or hiking in the woods. There’s a special type of solo at home reading. But the Self Date is my favorite. It’s a gorgeous thing to to give yourself a solo experience – just you. What a romance it is to love and treat yourself!
I want to take a minute just to bask in the fact that we have bodies… in whatever form they take. I certainly spend a lot of time criticizing mine. I know good and well how to pick out the parts that don’t work like they should.
Looking ahead, I wonder what is next. Will our jalapeño plants produce a few more peppers? Will we get a warm start to autumn? Will I find a job? I’m not sure of any of it, but I relish being in the in-between.
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