In 2008, breast cancer compressed my world - stuffed everything I thought I knew into a little ball of cells that still haunt me. But I'm recovering. I'm cancer-free, and year by year my world is pushing back out, expanding, growing.
I began this blog in 2010 to share whole food recipes and tips for healthier living, and over the years, it's moved in all kinds of directions just as I have. Travel, books, food, life - all the things that are me.
And I've always felt guilty about that, as if this should be a one-dimensional space: a food blog. Except that none of us are one-dimensional people - we're people who shed our skins all the time and grow new selves and that's what makes us really alive, right? Figuring out who we are today. Figuring out what makes us feel great inside ourselves.
Here's what I've learned in all that figuring out:
Doing more of what makes us feel good MAKES US FEEL GOOD.Simple, isn't it?
For me, happiness has a lot to do with getting enough sleep and reading great literature and writing my guts out and travelling and cooking and eating and hanging out with Nelle and Robbie and my favourite friends and taking time to let my mind wander and being outside and moving my body. Oh, and massages. Can't get enough of them.
So why should I feel guilty about all that? This is my life, and it's probably going to be shorter than I want it to be, so fuck it, I'm living. And I'm going to write about that, whether or not it makes me indefinable - whether this space shifts from a travel blog to food blog to writing blog.
It's a LIFE blog. And life is complicated. We all are.