Where in the hell have YOU been, Local Bites? You post in January and then we have to wait six fricking months for a new blog? You never call. You never WRITE!?
What kind of writer are you?
I’ve got fistfuls of excuses. Good ones, too.
First and foremost, family goals trump personal ones, and I have packed my freelance bags. It was a nice trip. I learned a few things. But not as much as this person is going to learn.
Seriously, I am grateful to have landed a health coach position in a large manufacturing plant as part of their employee wellness program. It’s an amazing opportunity to marry my professional skills with personal interests to preach beyond the choir. GMO labeling awareness flies straight out the window during that 4:45 a.m. cup of joe with a third-shift employee who’s dogs are seriously barking. I am truly learning more than I am teaching.
And a new job helped lead to this welcome upheaval:
I don’t just love my new home. I am IN love with my new home. Like, can’t-stop-thinking-about-you-don’t-ever-go- away- love.
Like, how-much-potential-do-we-have-to-GROW-together love.
Big dreams for this property. Growing herbs, vegetables, fruit…chickens?
My one lament from the past few months is that she didn’t make it here.
We leave her memory at the last home. I get a lump in my throat just thinking about how many balls she would have gladly chased on these acres. This should have been her yard.
But I toot my own horn loudly from the new Local Bites ranch. I am so proud of us. I am so happy for us. We finally have a comfortable space for family and friends. A kitchen that invites serious creation. Land that can, and will, nourish us.
Oh, the writing may trickle in more slowly these days, but I’ve got inspiration up the yin yang. The potential for stories of health, growth, challenges…and poison ivy remedies…almost overwhelms me.
Stay tuned for the next chapter.