After, of course, I eat half a chocolate cake. By myself. In less than 24 hours.
And so it begins. With a bit of chocolate lingering on the corners of my mouth.
I’m not sure why I seem to write more when I’m doing a bit of wrestling.
It irritates me a bit that my writing is so
But I think, it really does help. It settles me down. Makes me hone in. Organizes the chaos.
It helps to trim the fat.
Unlike the cake eating. That does the exact opposite.
So, I’m encouraging myself to write again.
About what I’m learning, to that I make sure I’m learning. About what I’m seeing, to make sure that I’m really seeing. About where God is, to make sure I’m looking for Him.
Tonight a dear friend and I went to a presentation of sorts where a couple talked about their backyard “farm". Where they ignore the city rules about keeping livestock on the premises and “un-school” their children-whatever that means.
We agreed that while this kind of information is inspiring, it is also overwhelming.
I begin running rampant with new crazy ideas about giant compost piles and brewing batches of fermented bacteria. I have a million and one ideas and what feels like one millionth the amount of time [/follow through?] required to bring these ideas to fruition.
The question is, what do you want your life to be about?
And this my friends, is a very good question.
A very good question I am on a continual, daunting, harried and current quest to answer.
I want to be responsible. Sustainable. Thoughtful. Intentional. Healthy. Holistic. Whole.
There are a lot of ways to accomplish those things.
I often get lost in a sea of bees, home grown tomatoes, re-usable bags and natural beauty products.
These are all great things. Honey. Homemade salsa. Not adding to the HUGE piles of trash we produce. As well as keeping toxins from seeping into the biggest organ you posses.
But it is so easy to follow the god of “green”.
I could always be more sustainable. Make less of an impact. And I want to work toward that.
At the end of my day, will all the more and less be enough?
Okay. Wait, this wasn’t supposed to end up as a philosophical rant about sustainability. I think the real fruit of this evening, what I really wanted to pull out, was the prompt to bring me to this question yet again...
What do I want my life to be about?
What do you want your life to be about?
I know one thing, I don’t want it to be about eating copious of chocolate cake.
At least not on a regular basis.
