Hello! Now that I find myself sitting here, I can think of a million things to write about. I’ll try to keep it shortish. My blog, my lovely blog, has been neglected in preference for some school work which, though may not be part of my long-term educational and career goals, has been deemed “required” and is important enough to focus on nearly exclusively during this most beautiful summer.
And it is beautiful, isn’t it? The cooler-than-usual summer weather has kept the growth tips of the evergreens bright and fresh looking, and it’s already August! How amazing is that? The trees therefore have this lovely multi-faceted color to them, and in the sun I can almost see the energy radiating from these inches (and in some cases, feet!) of new growth, though I most certainly can feel it if I can’t see it.
The trees may be lovely, but my garden is amazing. Already I’ve harvested huge baskets of chard, spinach (including a new Romanian variety that was rumored to be slow to bolt. It has become my favourite plant as it is not bolting AT ALL and is continuing to produce some amazing dense green leaves. It even seems to be doing well under the shade of the patipan squash) and so many lettuces it makes my head spin. My kale didn’t seem to produce as much as I had hoped it would, though I blame entirely my inability to leave it alone earlier in the season. Those baby greens were so tasty!
But it hasn’t just been school keeping me away. I’ve been afraid. Afraid of admitting I haven’t been as good to myself as I could have been. Afraid of documenting how I haven’t succeeded lately in advocating for my personal health by working harder to eat raw. But as I’ll discuss later, I’m getting back into the swing of things, and I’ve renewed my commitment not to wallow in guilt or self-pity, therefore making it possible to write this blog entry tonight.
Birthdays!
Yes, multiple. Mom’s, sister’s, friend’s, MINE. Oh yes, my birthday. The day every leo covets even if it’s shrouded in fear or distaste of growing older. My birthday is shrouded in nothing so negative. It is surrounded by bells and whistles and streamers and love and excitement. And this year, my birthday is surrounded by affirmations of positivity. It’s still 7 days away but it’s feeling so good already.
Raw-honesty time: I have not been staying 100% raw. Not even 80% raw. I’d say closer to 50-60% raw. It doesn’t matter why (school is overwhelming, juicer doesn’t clean up quick enough for staging needs, summer is keeping me away from ease of home-prepped food, etc) all that matters is that I’m noticing the trend, acknowledging that it’s just not working for me (hello, I feel bloated, lazy, and uncomfortable in my skin more often because I’m eating all kinds of processed stuff!) and making changes to my routine to give myself some LOVE.
I’ve already put up new affirmations in my car, and soon the rest of my index cards will be put in conspicuous places where they will serve as timely reminders and motivational moments to keep myself on the track of selflove and health.
Including today, I’ve had three days of nearly all raw eating again, with small meals of cooked things. My goal is to be 100% raw again by next Monday, and then for the three days surrounding my birthday, I will give myself the gift of a juice feast (formally known as a juice fast, but really, you’re only fasting from solid foods, otherwise you’re FEASTING on nutrients and energy.) In these short three days I have felt more energy, greater clarity of thought, and an overall feeling of well being and contentment.
I am wanting to march into my 28th rotation around the sun with purposeful intent in my steps, and a huge smile on my face, and the hint of a green juice mustache on my lip (with a hanky should I need to clean up for the inevitable job interview.)
