This year, so far, has felt like I’m drowning. I keep getting pushed under and the water is rushing all around me and I can feel like I’m going to sink to the bottom soon and never get out and then for a blessed moment, I surface and I get a gulpful of air and then it starts all over again.
I’ve been really struggling financially, job-wise, and in my personal life. My Mom tells me that I should be patient, that this Year of the Ox means I’m going to just keep my head above water and not much else. She says I just have to keep treading water this year, not really going anywhere. I HATE that. The first few months of this year have been ass, for lack of a better term. I’ve done nothing but screw up my personal life, my “career” decisions have brought me nothing but debt and because of that, I’ve been very stressed and haven’t really slept well since January.
I’m bothered by all of this because last year was my year. I finally reached a breaking point at my going-nowhere job. I was working long hours, for little money, doing a really dull job, surrounded mostly by people I couldn’t stand the sight of. And then a friend came along and showed me how easy it is to just let go of the bullshit. She showed me how to manifest for positive things to happen and to have the balls to get out of a bad situation. And I quit! Just quit! I had never felt so great. A few days later, I found a new job and that was that. Everything seemed perfect. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long. I haven’t made a good decision since.
Husband and I made a ballsy move a couple weeks ago to help cut back our stress in the long-run. We up and gave notice at our apartment building. We have no idea where we’ll be June 1…none! At the same time, I surfaced and took a big gulpful of air when we handed in that notice to our building management. I guess my Mom was right. I have to try and keep my head above water and stay treading so I don’t drown. Wouldn’t it be nice to just float, though?! Or how ’bout get the hell out of the water entirely for awhile?! *sigh* Maybe next year…if I manifest hard enough.
I adore breakfast. If I had to pick one meal to eat for the rest of my life, it would be breakfast. That’s probably due to my rather strong need for a combination of salty and sweet at every meal. I can make some salty tempeh bacon and serve it with pancakes, waffles, French toast, etc…
There is something to be said for simplicity. The above is my dinner far more often than I’d like to admit. If Husband or I is working an evening shift, we usually turn to basmati rice, Italian-marinated baked tofu (from the Veganomicon…if you don’t own that book, buy it! Buy it right now!) and either a steamed veggie or spring mix salad. It’s quick, healthy, super-easy to prepare and absolutely delicious. This salad is sprinkled with some chopped radishes and a really basic mustard-y dressing. I don’t ever measure when I make salad dressings; but, the ingredients are roughly as follows:
The past few days in Toronto have been a little less than spring-like, with chilly winds and unseasonal low temperatures. I decided to show Mother Nature who’s boss with a really spring-like meal last night. I wanted something to erase the chill from the gloomy weather but invoke the airy lightness I so desperately needed. This soup was perfect: warm and comforting; but, also light and simple. I served it with some lemon-garlic rice and steamed green beans; but, I’m sure it would be just as good with some baked tofu or even naan.
