Well. It is no exaggeration to say that the past almost-five months have been the weirdest almost-five months of my life. I know I keep saying that but things just keep getting weirder and weirder and my life keeps getting more and more unrecognizable and I spend a good chunk of each day trying to figure out how the hell I got here. To where I am now. Tucked into a funky 680 square foot loft (and another!) in a part of town I said I’d never live in (previously: Cheesman or Die, man), with a triple-net lease and a whole food edibles company so close to launching that it makes my head spin. Continue Reading
Confession: I devoured three (3!) of these cream pops yesterday. In a span of two hours. If you know me, you know that I am very much opposed to counting calories and grams of fat but it’s not difficult to look at this recipe and see that I consumed a good 50+ grams of fat. From a “snack”. In 120 minutes. It turned out to be one of the more terrible decisions (ok, terrible but delicious) I’ve made recently because that fat binge had me in a fat-induced coma by 9PM. And when I woke up this morning, ten hours later, I rolled out of bed feeling like I got hit by a car (I was actually hit by a car once so I don’t use that phrase lightly). It took me a solid minute to waddle down our stairs and in that minute I contemplated throwing the rest of the cream pops in the trash because they’re so good that there’s a 50% chance I’m going to end up in another fat-induced coma later tonight. Continue Reading
After two long months, I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. The one that was as long as it was dark and as terrifying as it was stressful. I’m almost certain I felt every emotion possible while racing through that tunnel and to say that I’m happy to see the light? Well, that would be the Understatement of the Year. It’s been a really (read: really really really really really) rough two months but I’m a firm believer that it’s the rough and gritty and ugly stuff that makes us who we are. You adapt. You hold steady. You shock yourself and wonder HOW THE HELL DID I DO THAT? And when you’re moments away from coming out on the other side – when you can finally see a world that is illuminated at the end of a path that could have easily gotten the best of you – you thank the stars. And then you run like a mad person toward the light.* Continue Reading
It’s been a while. Almost-seven weeks a while (WAIT. Was it really that long?). And while part of me wants to apologize for taking such a long break from this space, a part of me is over here unapologetically celebrating the fact that I did. I needed it. To inhale and exhale and get things in order and move and unpack and scream and cry and adjust to what still – six weeks later – feels like a very foreign way of living.
We moved out of our condo in the park. Unpacked in a few days’ time. Jumped head first into renovating (after our last kitchen reno I was determined to bang out alllll the renovations ASAP) (painting, flooring, kitchen, etc.). Stuff with our little business venture got kicked into high gear. And then – in the midst of what I kept referring to as The Most Chaotic Period of my Life, Ever – I received news that hospice was coming to take care of my Opa. Continue Reading