Writing, Writing, Writing

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November has been a month of writing.

After saying for years that I wanted to write a novel. After starting that novel two years ago and never finishing it. And after kicking myself for not prioritizing writing like I should, I am finally writing. 

The words come easier now. The more I write the more I feel like writing. The easier it is to slide into the story after a day away. The quicker the characters’ voices come back, more strongly themselves each time.

While some life changes temporarily derailed my progress, I’m not getting upset. I am choosing to keep writing. To keep making progress.

Because after all, we should measure ourselves by the progress we make.


Change Is The Only Constant

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I am officially labeling 2014 as “the year of change.”

I’ve moved. I’ve changed jobs. I’ve started blogging. And now I’m changing jobs again.

I accepted a new full-time job yesterday, for the second time in the calendar year.

Giving my notice at my current job was hard. It felt a bit like failure. I thought that if I didn’t stick it out, at least for an “acceptable” amount of time, that I was admitting defeat.

But really, I was admitting that I know myself. That I would not flourish in my current environment. That moving on was a better option for me – and, in turn, for the company.

And I don’t think that is what failure looks like.

The fashion industry is not for me. While I find it fascinating, the layers of business and distribution, the forecasting and trickle-down nature of trends, it is not where my passion lies.

And if you are not passionate about something, there is no reason to spend the majority of your waking hours focusing on it. 

That’s the lesson I am taking away from this. That I knew it wasn’t working and I took action to make a change. If we don’t take responsibility for living our own lives, who will?

Starting December 15th, I’ll be working at an ad agency in town whose primary clients are in the food industry. Considering how I spend a large portion of my free time, I am positive that this new opportunity is one that will align more fully with my passions and be something I can dive into and enjoy.

Have you made any decisions lately that actively changed your life?

Image courtesy of SomeDriftwood on Flickr Creative Commons.

What I Learned About Myself From a Cleanse

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A month ago, I shared some thoughts over at The Collaboreat about a 10-day cleanse that I undertook in October. I hadn’t shared this with you because I have never intended for this blog to be a healthy living experiment, but in light of writing earlier this week about capturing memories, I thought it was a good time to reflect on the fact that memories, for me, often revolve around food.

Most moments in life are made better by sharing food with others.

I shared earlier in October my family’s recipe for homemade cinnamon rolls, and how the memories I have of making them with my grandmothers on both sides of the family are priceless – and that I wish someone would have captured that at least once.

What I remember most about Thanksgiving mornings growing up was making Golden Puffs (a donut-like deep-fried pastry rolled in sugar – what’s not to love?) and watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

What I remember most about birthdays was Paw Paw always showing up with a crisp two-dollar bill and a bag of plain old pretzels.

What I remember most about getting my wisdom teeth out in high school was Scott, my then-boyfriend, showing up with a quart of cookie dough ice cream to cheer me up (just one of the many reasons he is now my husband – he thinks in ice cream terms).

There’s a certain ceremony in food, a special way that it marks the moments of our lives.

A lot of people get annoyed about people sharing (or over-sharing) photos of their food on Instagram or Facebook (Guilty!). Maybe it can be annoying, but I also think its us attempting to connect with the world through the food we eat.

We remember the first time we saw our favorite movie and how it made us feel. We remember reading our favorite book for the first time, something that then becomes a part of us and shapes the way we view the world.

So why not strive to remember the food we eat that does the same?

What are your favorite food memories? 

P.S. The above photo is Squash Gratin that I shared on Instagram. Here’s the link to the recipe. Pro tip: always double the cheese.