The Split Second


Since I last updated, I wish I can say everything has been candy and roses and, at first, I was planning to update my blog with all sorts of travel adventures that took place in Southern California: all the food I was eating, all the sights I saw, all the experiences I had but one month after I came back home to NorCal I was severely injured in an auto accident.

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What people don’t talk about openly after car accidents is the tremendous amount of pain & mental stress they endure and the excruciating length of time these stressors last for. They don’t talk about how one minute everything is fine and flowing into your life, abundance is coming from this way and that then a split second later….

you can no longer walk by yourself.

you can no longer bathe yourself.

you can no longer work.

your legs collapse from under you as multiple spasms tears down your back.

After several seemingly life saving visits to the chiropractor per week and time and effort, I’m happy to say I am able to walk on my own again albeit not very far without a break and god forbid I don’t have my handy back brace on!

Before all of this, I was on the up & up in my career. I had changed my job from something I absolutely hated and joined up with a restaurant that was fun and energizing! I loved my team and loved going to work every morning. I was promoted fast and In May I was sent off to Los Angeles to train for management. After lots of adventure and plenty of saving I came home and was able to finally buy myself a car! I was so excited about it and immediately jumped into the car owner life trying to go everywhere and avoid staying in my apartment as much as possible.

And exactly one month later… BAM! Car completely totaled.

No Car.

And now I’m completely terrified of getting another car and driving again. Although the accident was not my fault, I was still made aware very upfront by my injury that even though I may feel in control all the time, I’m not. There are distracted people on the road, there are  people on medication, on drugs, on alcohol. There are the elderly who have no one else to rely on to get them around, there are several chain reactions from the actions of others than can seriously cause someones life to turn upside down and sometimes, even end in serious injury or death.

I had no control over the situation. It happened to me.

So during these 2 months post injury I’ve been in a very dark place. I missed a trip to Puerto Rico with my mother for our birthdays and ended up, instead, staying in a dark room crying, in pain, feeling sick about life.

Then I remembered my hobbies. I remembered all of the things I loved to do and see before this. I remembered my blog, my camera, my youtube channel. I remembered all of the plans I had for myself, all of the things I wanted to do and I had to truly do the work to overcome my depression enough to be able to be creative again. To feel like what I put out was worth putting out….

And now I’m returning to what I love. I’ve returned. I need to create. I need to write, to record, to edit videos and photos. I need to cook, and teach, and journal, and document, and travel and learn and read. I need to do all of these things to thrive and keep my mental space clear and free of these spiraling & sabotaging negative thoughts.

Traumatic events and even near death experiences seem to change people for the better in the long run most times from what I’ve seen. However, it is a choice. One can either choose to let it affect them negatively day to day or choose to focus on the positives & persevering thought. We always love ourselves better after we see the butterfly we come after persevering through dark times.

At least  do… So I’m back at it.

Discovering my Own Talents.

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Blame it on all of the action the solar system gave us in the last 24 hours but I have been feeling rather pleasant. Have you ever just completely wowed yourself out of the depressive oblivion you had been in for like… ever? It seems as if all of the transitioning I had been doing over the course of the year so far and all of the goals I set out to achieve came in to full swing the week of the solar eclipse coincidentally. Granted I had absolutely no clue that this was even happening nor did I witness it since I live in California but I just thought how weird and coincidental it is.  We believe anything, right?

This year I vowed to do something about my career or whatever it is I’m calling it. I wasn’t happy from the first day I started my first full time job as a chef. I stayed for a year an a half though and that year and a half was just chronic migraines, self doubt, hating the energy of where I was spending most of my time. I lacked sunlight which is my favorite thing about life. I was working hard over night, underpaid for my work and undervalued. At the end of February I got offered a position at another restaurant offering tremendous growth opportunities. The atmosphere of the place was so different. The very energy was just pulling me in and making me excited to be a part of it.

I decided to tough it out for a few months, carrying both jobs since the new one was paying me even less. I was stressed, I was tired, I was wondering why I was holding on to a position I hated just for the pay. I don’t need much money. I don’t spend a lot or any money actually other than food and bills which I split. I didn’t NEED it so bad that i should mentally suffer and be bored to death with my tasks. I was feeling like a sell-out. Like seriously, why was I torturing myself? No amount of cash was worth how much I was hating most of my waking hours. I didn’t know this until I finally just let the job go. Yep I quit and stuck with my new one. a risk in many aspects but a risk that is worth it.

And since that day, (this past Monday, its Friday night now) I have felt completely peaceful.

That is the only way to describe it. The only challenge has been retraining my body to sleep on the normal human clock and no longer during the daylight hours. I’ve been out in the sun every day for longer periods the closer I get to a normal sleep schedule. The weather here in california has been nice and warm. I’ve been investing literally all of my new found free time into all of my hobbies. This free time is only until this upcoming Monday when I will officially be starting as a cook at a new restaurant.

Yes.. back to cooking. No more cakes.

No more baking. For now.

Post solar eclipse I had the urge to draw again. Actually, this came on Tuesday however I didn’t start really drawing until today. Below are some of my drawings from the past couple of days. These are all video stills from a project I’m also working on simultaneously. Yes, I’ve been keeping busy during this Self Gifted vacation.

First, It started with me sitting in the sun drawing a random cartoon whom I named Media Man whose sort of like a weird tv with ferocious antennas.
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He came about the day after I quit my last job and I was in a mood of sorts. A very happy one.

Next came the surprise. The WOW I gave myself. I had some random thought flicker into my head to research cartoonists on youtube. Mainly because I used to draw as a kid but I always compared myself to my artful  older brother who draws so realistically it creeps me out. I, however, was slow to pick up the whole realistic thing. For me, cartooning came easy and because it came easy, I automatically assumed I wasn’t good at it. This whole idea has been haunting me my whole life and It took me this long to snap out of it.

It took the solar eclipse to give me an effing epiphany that I simply just have a mind that is full of shit and likes to play dirty tricks on me.

Screen Shot 2015-03-20 at 9.20.00 PM  In the midst of researching cartoonists, I realized that as a kid I probably actually had artistic talent that no one told me about. Cartooning is ok and is art. Just because it comes easy to ME doesn’t mean it comes easy to everyone else as well and so  I deemed it as a unique ability of mine. I wowed myself because I hadn’t drawn anything at all since I was a kid and used to draw Tweety Bird every day for my grandmother. So while my research on cartoonist led to browsing caricatures, I realized, hey… I could be good at THIS. I could still be good at cartooning and I can be even better at caricatures.  Because heres the thing: I hated my art as a kid because my people never came out realistic as hard as I tried and I would scrap the paper when I made a mistake that through off the image. Completely frustrated.

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But cartooning and now these caricatures, I’ve discovered, comes easy for me. I can exaggerate features and have it still be relatable. I don’t NEED art classes to become an artist because I literally cranked all of these out in less than 15 minutes just naturally.

At nearly 26 years old I’m just now figuring out how good I am at things. I’m still discovering little things about myself, little talents, big talents, that I never dreamed existed in myself and it’s very strange…

Life is long so I wonder what else I’m good at..Maybe I actually CAN sing.


San Francisco, California, & Life.

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February has been interesting to say the least.

Let’s take a walk, shall we?

I’ve been feeling like I’ve hit another transitional period in my life, however I have no idea how my life is about to change. How do we ever know, right? So I’ve been kind of going with the flow this year and following my heart and wherever my happiness leads me because, duh, that’s what I’m ultimately striving for in life : happiness. And keeping myself happy is an art and something that is always requiring something different. The job is never done.

This month started with an all-girls trip out to the city (san francisco) for the first weekend of the month. It was a pretty ok trip. I had the most fun on the hike to the top of Mt. Tamalpias than I did the day and night before during the wild night life shenanigans.

At the time of the hike I was going through a rough patch mentally that continued on with the rest of the month. Once I reached the top and saw the world from a different angle, I was suddenly aware that things weren’t so bad. It’s always the same outcome. Once I get a view from a different perspective, usually from being in nature and seeing how massive the earth is, I realize just how small I am, how tiny and insignificant my own problems are and how silly I’ve been to have made such big deals out of things that really won’t matter in the short run.

I’m just so hard on myself. Always.

I feel like I am never where I want to be. Like I don’t have what it takes to actually get to where I want to be nor have I ever really known what my aim in life was or is. But it’s ok for me to be this type of person, going with the flow and seeing where life can take me. I can’t let the fact that my perception that everyone else around me has it all together and figured out make me feel inadequate because, let’s face it, it’s a rare and mythical sighting to really witness a human being who has it all together and figured out. We don’t. We are all just, doing our best day to day. Hopefully.

The month, for me, did become very dark towards the last week and a half. I felt like something was missing. I was in a dark place, unmotivated to do anything. My creativity waned, I had no desire to see the sun, no desire to go to work. I felt like I was on the wrong path in my life and that everything was going wrong. Other people, once I confided how I was feeling, pretty much were shocked at how I felt, because to them, I was the one who had it all together. I was the one they could learn something from.

Never would I have thought. I feel like I am the last person due to have all her shit together.

Despite this, I aimed to try something new. The idea was that maybe I’ve simply grown out of what I’m doing and that it’s time for me to take the next step. I set out to find new opportunities I may be interested in and began applying left and right to see what would come back to me because maybe it is time for the next step in my career. The last day of the month ended with me securing a position with an amazing company that has been in the works of expanding nationwide and because of that, management has made it clear how many opportunities are currently available with the company since they aim to promote from within. I’ve been very diligent in showing my interest in certain opportunities with them and I can only hope that maybe this is my next step.

I am still going strong with my other job. No plan to quit just yet, however I truly think there is always a way out of whatever funk a person gets into, whatever unhappiness a person feels, and there is always an abundance of opportunities available. However, sometimes I forget that. Going out there and showing my face has really lifted my spirits enough to begin March with a positive attitude and the motivation to reach my goals and get everything done.

I feel like I have to learn everything from the bottom up. I would love to take on some entrepreneurial endeavors and have my own business up and running someday in the near future, but in reality I need to learn the ropes…

Learn the ropes without going back to school, hopefully. Tons of people are doing it and I know I can too if I put in the leg work. I feel that is what my life is ultimately leading me to, I just need to stay focused, stop having these constant pity parties for myself and realize I am right on track for whatever is destined to come to me. I am doing really well, if I say so myself. I do have a lot of my shit together it’s just….. not the right kind of shit. Not the kind of shit I want to settle down with.

Next month, in April, I have a very exciting trip to Oahu planned for myself. I will be going alone just to clear my head, put things into perspective enough so that I can come back to the mainland in attack mode. There is so much I want to accomplish this year and next year and I feel like it will all come into fruition so long as I stick to my guns.

Clarity in the Mountains.

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It feels as if It has been a long while since I’ve written something, However I am here and beautifully relaxed with some down time and a hell raiser of a 2 month old perhaps-border collie puppy whom we rescued back in December as my company. It has been a long weekend. A good weekend. I had a very unexpected four days off from work and spent two of them off in San Francisco having wild shenanigans with some of my friends from work.


(coming down post street I believe, but like I said, shenanigans). In the midst of 3 of us running around the city in search of a bathroom with toilet paper, we stumbled across a quaint little Korean restaurant near a Safeway near Webster and Geary if I’m not mistaken and after perusing the menu and seeing virtually no vegetarian options, I settled upon some vegetable Udon which may or may not have had chicken broth. To be honest, I didn’t care to ask because, the Udon, people, was SPECTACULAR!


This was my first time eating Korean food that was not BBQ. And running around the city in the cold wet weather made me crave soup like no other and this was perfect. It came with some seasoned Tofu, kimchi, egg or potato salad (don’t ask me, I’d say potato but my compadre said egg… lets go with potato.). The Udon noodles were perfectly made, not gummy or chewy and the soup was chock full of plenty of vegetables. It came in a huge bowl that i simply couldn’t finish. I got half down though, and all of my veggies.

And, after a wild night of this and that, we all woke up safely back in our hotel laughing about our night and excited for what was to come:

Hiking Mt. Tamalpias.

11am bright eyed and bushy-tailed we headed on up and hiked for miles in incredibly cold, post storm mud trails, high winds and no one around to save us. We were amazing and proud of ourselves to say the least.

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There is just an experience I get when I see new places near or far and a clarity I reach in my perception of my world that I can’t find in anything else. It’s like until I can get an incredible view of the world at large in some respect, can I completely change my own perspective in something that suits me the best.

This time, after feeling all empowered that I hiked a mountain in high winds and on slippery land without dying, I realized just how ridiculous my mind has been over that past few months. Simply tricking me into believing that where I am right now is all I’ll ever be. I forget that for as long as I am breathing, there will always be more to my story and that I haven’t yet reached the last stop on my journey. This is all just a part of what I truly am aiming to manifest in my life and in some ways, I’m already there.

When I think about the person I was four years ago and comparing her to who I am now, I can’t believe how much I’ve grown and who I turned into so far. All the places I’ve traveled, all of the good and bad things I’ve gone through and all the people I’ve met and jobs I’ve worked, and things I had to handle on my own shaped me into this new person. It’s almost like the universe sent a shock through my life, flipped it upside down over and over again until I came out on top. I’m stronger, more clear headed, more capable, and a whole lot SMARTER.

How can I possibly believe that I will not grow past this point? I grow every single day whether I notice it or not.

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So last night I surprised myself by coming up with a simple and delicious vegan recipe for a roasted sweet potato soup with red lentils.

I’ve never been a huge fan of the sweet potato, however since I’ve changed my diet to a mostly vegan plant based diet, I have been very diligent about revisiting some of my favorite and least favorite plant foods in order to experiment and concoct tasty recipes in effort to add more variety into my lifestyle. Something other than beans, rice and fruit. *yawn*

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This soup is extremely delicious and filling. guilt free and packed with many nutrients, proteins and good fats. the roasting process of the sweet potatoes along with the spice combination of turmeric, paprika, cayenne, & cumin brings this recipe to life!

what you’ll need:

1 bag of peeled and cubed sweet potatoes

1 cup red lentils

1/4 cup diced onion

1/4 cup roughly chopped carrot

I used about a palm full of each:




about a tbsp of cayenne (optional)

salt and pepper to taste.

olive oil.

coconut milk (full fat)

cilantro leaves to garnish


Preheat oven to 400 degrees

coat sweet potato pieces in olive oil, salt, pepper, paprika and cumin and roast at 400 degrees for 15-20 minutes or until tender.

on the stove top,

add a tbsp of olive oil to a pot

add in 1/4 onions with a pinch of salt and let them sweat until translucent.

add in carrots and cook for about 2 minutes before adding in one cup of red lentils.

add in enough veggie stock to completely cover your lentils and let simmer until they are soft.

Once the sweet potatoes are tender, remove from the oven and place them in a blender along with your now soft lentils and broth. feel free to add more veggie stock if needed.

blend all together until smooth and return back to pot over low heat.

adjust seasonings and add in half a can of coconut milk and a dash of cayenne pepper for a little spice (optional)

Here’s a short video tutorial of how it is made. Test it out!


Letting go of Self-Doubt


A pep talk for myself.

The vlogging thing is becoming easier and I think I found the secret. I do believe that by sticking to vlogging as a hobby it will expand my own entire view of myself. We’ll see. I plan to continue to vlog at least weekly for the rest of the year.

I shall also continue blogging. It is what comes naturally to me : writing. However it’s also a great idea to show my face and create a place for memories.

(And Fun too :)

Getting over Myself

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One of my main focuses at this point of my life is to rid myself of all of the things that are no longer serving me or have never served me and to be fearless in doing so.

In my previous post “The Paradox of Self Love” I spoke of how doing things out of self love can potentially rock our worlds and turn it upside down which may, in turn, scare us out of what we are supposed to be doing and keep us right where we are right now if we choose to give in to that fear.

I’ve been desiring a change, a fresh start and adventure. I want to write down all of the things that I feel aren’t lining up with my true heart’s desire and why I am afraid of giving these things up. I want to ask myself why I am still torturing myself or punishing myself by keeping these entities around. What am I really scared of? What’s the worst that can happen?

Then I want to ask myself if my fears are even rational… because, lets face it, when we have these types of fears our minds tend to over exaggerate potential consequences of our actions when, in truth, the action of leaving one thing behind can be the key to opening other doors that will lead us to our ultimate destiny. Our fears seem highly unlikely but our minds will trick us into believing that these fears are in fact very possible and even common occurrences. Our minds will jump to the absolute worst case scenario and not even let us get an inkling that the idea is incredibly far fetched. If most of us were to speak of our fears and worst case scenarios aloud or to a friend, we will probably realize just how absurd and ridiculous we sound.

So in efforts to get over myself I plan to write down the things I want, how I can accomplish them along with the things I will have to give up and things in my life that are not bringing me any positive energy. And, one by one, I plan to go through the steps to truly walk in my life’s purpose.

The Paradox of Self-Love

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Self love is an art most people should be practicing everyday.

This weekend I found myself feeling so entirely grateful for the positive mental space I am currently in because I remember in the not so distant past, I was in a place where I simply could not find any reason to be grateful to simply be alive. Life was a horrible job I had to suffer through. The sun was annoying, the darkness was scary, sounds made me cry and anxious. Interacting with people was a buzzing noise I couldn’t hear through because my thoughts are so loud.

The past 2 years or so I discovered ways to combat my own depression in healthy ways and when I catch myself falling, I know exactly what to do and what to repeat to myself so that it all fades away.

One of the things that snapped me out of it was one of many interactions with strangers. I had been speaking to this woman in what I felt was a very normal way and she looked up at me with sad eyes and said,

“well… you have to be kind to yourself.”

And I just stood there speechless for a long second and then said, “I know.” I had been talking down of myself completely not knowing what I was doing. Speaking as if I was stating facts about myself to her instead of what I was actually doing: projecting my own thoughts and scenarios into the moment. My own thoughts that simply weren’t kind towards myself or my surroundings. My own thoughts that trick me into seeing a completely different and incredibly warped version of myself than other people see of me. A version that I always felt I had to hide. A version that doesn’t even exist.

But it was that woman’s words that snapped me into consciously practicing the art of self love within my mind. Recognizing why I am feeling down and acknowledging it. Doing things that I love to do so that I won’t feel trapped in the matrix. Understanding my body and what I have to do and eat to keep it at it’s healthiest. Leaving things, people, and situations I feel that I must, when I must. Simply just being completely self aware, understanding what it is that makes me happy and balanced versus sad, angry and depressed, and taking the necessary steps I must take to be in that happy place. And in taking these necessary steps, I can’t punish myself for it or let myself feel guilty for doing things that were best for me. I can’t think that something is “wrong” with me for trying to be happy. I’m just going through life.

Like all else, making myself, my health and my own happiness the first priority may seem like a long shot because let’s face it, most of us don’t do it. Most of us do punish ourselves more so than we praise ourselves. We can point out every flaw in ourselves that no one else on Earth can see or care about.  And yes, at times it can be the hardest thing to do. Making the necessary decisions we have to make for ourselves to be happy can introduce an entire world of life changes we would have to face.

For example, losing weight, leaving a bad relationships, leaving a miserable job, moving out on your own anything that will completely flip your life around can make it seem that just staying put and doing nothing is the easier route instead of acknowledging that it may indeed be the easier route BUT what you have to do is take an extreme action that may create a positive domino effect and open up a new world for you

When I would acknowledge the change I would have to make, what I would have to go through to reach the place I wanted to be, and what I was scared of,  I would simply sleep on it. Once I woke up, drank water and ate a healthy meal I would be be in the right frame of mind to attack the first step. Once I would take the first step into what I needed to do, it seemed like everything else would fall into place with less of a fight. Like this is what was meant for me in that moment and by the end of the road I would be a new person. Closer toward the best version of myself and often times more prepared, less scared, wiser and stronger than who I was before whatever obstacle I had to gear up for.

But again, it is an extreme act of self-love and it is not easy to do nor does it only take a good nights sleep. I’ve been in a limbo for a long time in one aspect of my life . A limbo I can’t get out of mentally because I’m honestly tired of fighting the good fight sometimes. I feel I have to truly get ready for the steps I would have to take because I needed a breather in between steps (lol). I do feel that doing things when I am not mentally prepared for it will end in disaster.

And that’s why mental preparation is always my very first step. Getting over it before I attack it. Accepting all of my what ifs and negative thoughts and realizing it will all be worth it in the end. Whatever happens on the road to where I want to be will be worth what it will take to leave whatever it is behind. After all, none of this matters anyway. Life is nothing but a grand adventure so I may as well enjoy it. Adventure makes life enjoyable. Releasing this fear and mentally letting go of whatever it is I have to move on from first, makes things easier on me.

The most important aspect of life for me is freedom. Once I do not feel free is the moment I have to make a change.  I crave it now. The first step is a process that may or may not take a long time but it is important to take it to change my entire world.

This year feels like a year of transition for me and I spent forever getting ready for it. I have no idea what will come my way but I know what changes I want to make. I’ve opened myself up to whatever changes are coming and have given myself the time to invest into doing more of what I love. I’ve let go of a lot in order to make room for other things.

I still feel both excitement and fear for it, however I know that I am and I will always be ok.

Gratuity: Ending One Year for a New.

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It seems only a natural occurrence that at the years end most of us tend to reflect upon the year as a whole. For the past 2 years I’ve been having an overwhelming sense of gratitude at the mark of the end of the year which in turn leads to an eventual spike in my optimism at the start of a new year. This spike of optimism is almost like the starting line of a race for me. Looking around, planning a strategy and bam! the gun fires and you take off. All of the nerves created by waiting for the go signal eventually goes away and your eye is on the prize, executing your strategy and meeting unexpected and sometimes devastating road blocks with deep breaths and meditation. Sometimes. Well, you try your best.

This year, I feel, is the 2nd good year I’ve had in a row. Three and more years ago I never felt as if I had any good years. I felt my life was miserable for absolutely no reason at all other than I wasn’t, at the time, in a healthy state of mind. And, two years ago, as I found myself truly appreciating all that life had offered me over the course of the ending years, it led me to appreciate all of the good and bad things that were to come my way in the New Year. I knew that if it was to become a “bad” year for me, at least I had a great year before it, at least I started the new year with complete gratitude and optimism and at least I will end that year becoming a stronger person in whichever way life chose to challenge me.

While there are so Many Blogs and Vlogs going around about some of my favorite topics : New Year Resolutions, What 2014 taught them, Goals, and reflections, it only seems natural for me to, once again, put myself out there and come forth with my own for my lovely readers if any of you are remotely interested, read on:

1.) This year I learned that no person ever “grows up”. While I was spending so much of my life obsessing over adulthood and wanting nothing more but to make it there then finally being 25 and feeling like I am still just a kid who is working and paying bills. I’m still trying to figure out what I want to be when I “grow up” when the entire idea of growing up is all a myth and fallacy. We are all just children in aging bodies.

2.) At the beginning of 2014 I set a few goals, which I am proud to say I completed (mostly… I’ll elaborate) : With my new job out of culinary school I was excited to have money again and to save. I wanted to end the year with a specific amount of money. I also wanted to purchase a DSLR, a MacBook Pro,my annual birthday trip and my passport, huh, finally. All of these were big purchases for me so to complete all of this and save, it forced me to learn and be crucial on budgeting my money. I didn’t want to work two jobs again ever in my life so spending wisely while still getting some fun in there was one of the most important learning experiences of my life. So I almost failed on getting my passport. It is December 29,2014 and I just submitted an order online. So I kind of failed since I wont complete the process until we are already into the new year, but nevertheless I started it (finally). Before buying it I was struggling with should I complete this goal and fail at my savings goal for the year  or just wait a week… petty, I know. So I began my passport process and fell short of my savings goal by $126 . Buuut, I also chucked whatever coins I got back after paying in cash over the year into a jar and never used it, vowing to cash it in at the start of 2015. Its full, a smaller jar, but about 16oz full of coins so seeing how much accumulated is something I’m looking forward to,

3. This year I had to reevaluate what it is I wanted from my life and I was grateful to find at the end of the year that complete contentment comes from within me.  I had to figure out how and why I had suddenly reached a place of such happiness and contentment despite the imperfections of my life and it was as if I finally learned to not be so damn attached to things. Attached to my past, my future, my present. Attached to outcomes and what if’s. What should’s.

What got to me was looking back at how unhappy I had been for most of my life and how today I can’t even remember what it was that used to bother me so much. This helped me see that focusing so much on the negativity completely shields my eyes from all of the blessings around me. It’s a miracle that I am even living life and witnessing it. So much more good happens than the bad.

This year, I believe the biggest lesson I learned was that even if my life does not go according to my own plans and my own visions, it does not mean that I won’t be happy. It does not mean that I am on the wrong path and have to constantly figure out my next move and stress out over it. I simply have to gauge my happiness level despite all of the external forces upon it that I can’t always control. I can’t be so attached because, in reality, every moment passes. Eventually, the things that are causing so much stress wont even matter.

This year ended with what matters most to me: a stable, happy, healthy home life. This is what I am the most grateful for. I realized that I was chasing the wrong things. Things I didn’t want but thought I SHOULD have. Things that I felt I was entitled to and this caused me to slowly sacrifice my peace. It caused somewhat of a darkness in my spirit to rise this year and eventually, all of this negativity caused more negative things to come my way until I corrected it, healed what I felt I should sacrifice and instead I chose home, over work.

Sometimes we all can get lost into work and everything that comes with it because we spend so much of our lives there that suddenly, that drama and those politics can really get to you. It can be hard to snap out of it and realize that you already have it good and that everything you are being told to strive for just isn’t for YOU. I simply wasn’t willing to sacrifice that much more time and energy and take that away from what was even more important to me. I saw that in order to get what it was I was being told to strive for, and to reach for, I would have to completely change everything that makes me me. All of my values would have to go out the door, all of my other aspirations would have to be put on hold.

This is my day off epiphany apparently.

It’s possible to just enjoy what I do but to keep things as they are until I find what I want. That will come eventually, hopefully.

Ok! Goals for 2015:

1.) ive been eating about 90% vegan and i feel this is the best thing gor me and i plan to continue. I realize im not at that place where i want to be strict vegan to where im avoiding cheese, eggs etc. I eat vegan mostly but im not going to shoot myself in the head whenever i have a vegetarian pizza or eggs with my french toast . Cage free and organic because they taste best.

2.) I’m inspired by my new lifestyle change to workout again and meditate more often. Ive always been into health and fitness but apparently took an entire year off from working out always saying ill work out “tomorrow” or the weekend that never came. Im purchasing a gym membership at the start of the year because it is what i miss and what motivates me. It gets me out of the house, opens me up to new people and experiences hopefully, inspiration from other motivated people. Plus, I seem to have more motivation when I know im paying for something. Im putting my money where my mouth is! Theres work to be done. I definitely dont need to lose weight, im 126 lbs but my muscle definition and energy levels are what i want back. Along with just another activity to add to my daily routine.

I want to join a yoga studio as well this coming year. Hopefully having that in my routine with add an extra boost to my mental , spiritual and physical health. Im always striving for balance and a full life and i believe this is what i need at this point on my journey.

3.)Repeat my savings and budgeting practices and goals including saving all coins in a lovely jar.

4.) i want to travel to a place that will change my life for the better. A place that will reignite any passion or zest for life that i may lose this year. A place that will reconnect me with the earth and life as a whole. A place that will remind me of the true reason I am here.

5.) I want to begin vlogging and continue to blog on a consistent basis. This is a big deal that i have been struggling with for years but i promise, guys, that I am getting over myself.

To all my of readers, i am so amazed by how many of you are supporting this blog after only a short period. This blog is very young so I am both surprised and amazed that so many of you have chosen to support it already! I would love to eventually connect with you all and hear about your resolutions and relections.

Cheers to another fantastic year!

VEGAN: A Love Story (so far)

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I’m pretty sure that I have not mentioned that over the course of my short 25 years on this earth, I have been an on and off vegetarian. This on and off thing has been happening since I was about 7 years old and lasted until now. It all started when I was at a friends house for dinner after a long day of playing outside and her mother, a horrible cook I found out, made fried chicken that was just calling my name.

I bit into a wing… my favorite piece. I expected it to be just so crunchy on the outside, so delicious through and through. Instead, I bit into it and got a nasty burnt taste. Oh yes it was crunchy on the outside, golden brown on the top but pitch black and ashy on the underside as if it had been forgotten about at one point in the process. Then I felt all of my insides rushing into my throat as I looked down and saw my bite marks.


Raw chicken meat and blood rushing out of it onto my plate.

I grabbed my napkin, so grateful that I did not swallow it, and spit it out politely. I sat for awhile in shock staring at my plate, said I had to go home, and called my mom. I whispered to her what had just happened to me while I was alone in another room of my friends apartment and she told me I did the right thing: don’t eat it. come home.

The image and feeling of disgust of that moment never left my mind and it was that moment that sparked the thoughts of If I am supposed to eat meat, why then, am I so disgusted and told to run away and reject it if it is in it’s natural state? All bloody and raw. As a big animal lover, I knew good and well that animals would love their meat exactly like that. I saw it happen plenty of times. Something was wrong.

My first vegetarian stint lasted about a month in my young age. The next stint didn’t happen until a Mcdonald’s food poisoning incident that happened at age 10 from 2 cheeseburgers and a strawberry milkshake. A very memorable projectile vomiting filled day followed up with significant weight loss, stomach ulcers, and lots of milk of magnesia. I was in constant pain and couldn’t keep anything down for the entire summer therefore I refused to eat anything that wouldn’t taste at least halfway decent coming back up. This vegetarian stint lasted 2 and a half years until I entered high school. I wasn’t vegetarian again until I was about 19 years old and simply remembered everything I had gone through with food in the past as I was eating some form of chicken. By that point I had food poisoning from Mcdonalds two more times, food poisoning from a canned chili once, and witnessed my mother having food poisoning from bad ground beef in her enchiladas. My chewing slowed, I swallowed forcefully and pushed my plate away obviously traumatized. Vegetarian again for 2 years.

Since then I ended up being pescetarian, then plant-based with the occasional big burger, carne asada taco or seafood gumbo around the holidays, to full on meat eater, fast food junkie (mainly taco bell) back to vegetarian. It was a journey and still is.

Then over the course of this year, I had  more of a desire or natural urging for me to stop consuming animal products altogether. I reflected upon my relationship with food over my life time and took note of all of the food poisonings, the bite of bloody chicken, all the stomach ulcers, doctor visits, the psoriasis, the eczema, fatigue, stomach pain, constipation, laziness, depression. And I compared that to how I felt during my vegetarian stints : Beautiful golden brown clear skin, normal weight, energetic, happy…regular if ya know what I mean.

Documentaries like VEGUCATED somehow came into my life as though placed strategically by the universe and I began my Vegan transition immediately. I told myself to not be too attached to the outcome or to my failures if they ever happen and for close to a month now I have been in transition not knowingly consuming anything containing animal products.

My love for cooking was rejuvenated with this change and my excitement for trying new things is insatiable. I’m always researching new things, reading up on other vegans and reading tons of labels at the grocery stores. So far my diet consists of lots of whole fruit (always my favorite thing ever) smoothies which are sometimes green and sometimes not. vegan chilis, vegan tacos, pastas and the good ol NOOCH, or nutritional yeast, which I just got introduced to and absolutely love. People say give your taste buds time to adjust to it but, honestly, I bought some on Saturday, put it on my pasta that night and have been in love with it ever since.

To aid in my transition, however, I did buy some vegan mock meat burgers for whenever I am truly craving that meat taste. I had one out of the four pack of Boca and was turned off by exactly what I was craving. It tasted like meat…bleh. It’s not exactly a waste as it does serve as a reminder of why I decided to try a vegan diet but I was slightly disappointed that it may, in the long run, end up in the trash.

Like most vegans, I believed that cheese would be the hardest thing for me to give up and I also believed that since I am the only person I know who is vegan or even vegetarian that it would be hard but it doesn’t seem as hard as I thought. I’m grateful for the ability to buy my own foods now that I am an adult and to have a supportive partner who is trying with his whole heart to be at least vegetarian. We don’t keep meat in the house unless it is for our two dogs who we refuse to feed a vegan or vegetarian diet (it seems unnatural, they are carnivorous to the max by nature).
My boyfriend does occasionally buy cheese for the house but I have no urge to use it when it’s around. The smell of meat doesn’t lure me in like it used to, if anything I get a sick feeling once I smell it: bacon cooking, ground beef, cutting up chicken and eggs etc for my dogs (yes I make my own dog food, I don’t trust anything else).

So in this short time being vegan I have noticed a few things including more regularity in my digestive system, so much more energy, more positive thoughts, and I have been feeling a much deeper connection with the world around me and other life forms: animals and people. My weight is back to normal from 135lbs to 127lbs. Another change is that I seem to want to eat all day every single day!

It’s almost like there’s no longer a 3 meals a day thing. I’m always eating something whether I’m snacking on grapes, eating bananas, drinking a smoothie or two, eating vegan chips and hummus (I absolutely can eat this all day so I try to be careful), vegan spaghetti, or lots and lots of vegan tacos filled to bursting with sautéed veggies, peppers, rice and beans of my choice. Roasted red bell pepper hummus spread on the bottom of the tortilla, romaine lettuce and fresh avocado slices to top it off.

It’s such a satisfying diet, so much flavor, and I feel like I can eat so much more and feel so much more energetic still than I did on a standard american diet which often left me lethargic and sleepy.

All of my energy has inspired me to pick up blogging again, fitness, more holistic approaches to my own health care and of course exciting new vegan snacks I’m dying to try like Quinoa crisp chocolate bars and Coconut chips.

I would love to connect with other vegans and vegetarians for inspiration so If you are one, I’d love to follow you!