By the time I can get this too you all, I highly doubt it's "cortado" time, but it's Sunday, none the less. As I write to you in a dimly lit kitchen, while the Florida sun is shining down, I can't help but give you a little bit of honesty. I have been on a emotional rollercoaster. Weekends to many, are a time to recharge, explore, and most likely to be spent with friends and family. Mine as of late, and what I thought I accepted, is the hustle part 2.
I wake up before 6am and put all my energy to get once step closer to my vision until sundown. Cleansing, yoga, markets, kitchen, recipe, photography, and blog. Yes, these are things I love, and I could never picture my life without, but I can't help but think what if I wanted what was "normal". To go out with friends on a Saturday night, brunch or bbq on a Sunday, and spend time with a significant other, before another week begins.
I found myself going into an anxious, doubtful, and exhausted hole. Falling into an all too familiar space of loneliness, usually pretty dark and filled with fear. What if I don't make it? Will I sacrifice everything, for nothing? I've told myself it's part of the deal. As a striving woman looking to make her WILDEST dreams come true, that space of loneliness is inevitable. Right?
I was reminded last week it's not. The depressed driven deaths of a few creative souls was a reminder to many. Yes, we may all feel like this from time to time, it's just the extremities and how we deal that might separate us, but it doesn't have to. As an introvert and one who rather read a story, then speak, reaching out can seem like the hardest thing to do. But, here is my way of reaching out to you, with my honesty, hoping you feel the comfort of not feeling alone.
I'm here for the connection. For the shared journey.
One that hit me pretty hard was Bourdain. I do believe there is a strong connection when it comes to food and us, people.
Families are being separated, all because they want to feel safe in our country. That's. Not. Right.
Adobo. Would you believe they questioned my Puerto Ricaness because I do not use adobo. Rude.
If you can make a good story out of enchiladas, I'm all for it.
Food is therapy. And, I plan to do a lot of it this summer. Here's what to make in June.
I leave you with this. Reach out. Speak out.