I have just had a big roundy birthday, and I quit my well paid tech job of 11 years and with it the golden handcuffs tech salary, because my common sense was at war with the drive that was needed to keep the life that we were living on track.
My common sense screamed a thousand things at me every day, a lot of it was about food – how much of our food was coming out of plastic, how much of it was over processed and over priced. Food is love in my world – the very baseline of nurture, and if I was not getting that right, I knew there was an awful lot more I was getting wrong.
I knew the most important people in my life needed something different to the current operation, and I knew that I needed something different, or I might just die. That sounds dramatic, but it is not an over dramatisation – I am waring with a ton of health problems that seem to stem from putting “today success” over any kind of personal investment – I won’t call it wellness, or self care or self help as all of those thing now have an alarming amount of connotations and meanings to them that they did not before.
So I am striking out for the territories – meaning, I am going to start trying to figure out the simplest way to do the right thing that feels good and is not evil.
Do you want to come along with me?
Beautiful Ordinary 