So, I had really been looking for the perfect excuse to myself to become vegetarian for a couple of years now. I really had myself convinced that I needed a little meat in my diet to be healthy, and my family would stop inviting me to functions if I completely stopped eating it. Then I read Eating Animals. Jonathan Safran Foer pretty much nailed every wishy-washy feeling that I was experiencing about the social, health, and moral issues in the beginning of the book, and then continued on to explain exactly why it is completely worth it to stop eating animals. If I never eat meat again (its only been two months but really, deep down, don't think I will) then the last meat that I will have ever eaten will forever be a hotdog. Kinda lame.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Swing
Today was about 75 degrees and perfect, and I was reminded of how much I love my life. Anything is possible and who knows where I'll be by next September. Hopefully still healthy and loved and incredibly hopeful.
After a very trying six months, I'm making great strides to get back into the swing of things. Things being life. I don't really know how to describe what it's like to be orphaned at the age of 28, but I can say that I do in fact feel like an orphan. It really is one of those things that affects everyone differently. I have found that in order to really move on, I have to fully allow grief to run it's course. Then a certain time comes when I can see a veil being lifted and everything is bright again. My Mom and Dad gave me so many gifts. I just have to continue focusing on what I learned from them, and not dwelling on what I may have missed.
This is one of my favorite pictures of my parents. In the middle is my sister. You would be able to see me as a twinkle in my fathers eye if he wasn't pretending to be asleep.
After a very trying six months, I'm making great strides to get back into the swing of things. Things being life. I don't really know how to describe what it's like to be orphaned at the age of 28, but I can say that I do in fact feel like an orphan. It really is one of those things that affects everyone differently. I have found that in order to really move on, I have to fully allow grief to run it's course. Then a certain time comes when I can see a veil being lifted and everything is bright again. My Mom and Dad gave me so many gifts. I just have to continue focusing on what I learned from them, and not dwelling on what I may have missed.
This is one of my favorite pictures of my parents. In the middle is my sister. You would be able to see me as a twinkle in my fathers eye if he wasn't pretending to be asleep.
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