I wanted to heal and if I died, i was okay with it. Grief is a terrible thing that one must go through. Thinking you can outrun or avoid it is a mistake. It catches up and overtakes. My trip represented a time of healing and time of me not caring about what the outcome would bring. I felt ready to embrace the next life. I had sustained a tragic loss and wanted to meet him. So, I left my job and traveled for 5 1/2 months. I ate carrot cake, daily (yum) and then couldn't figure out why I had a little sugar belly. Obviously, my dessert fixation created that.
At any rate, I have posted since my trip around the world and reach 1111. It is an important number. One that I meditate too when I catch it on the clock. I thought I would express some of the best of my life in this post.
Bonus Photo #3--why not include another one of Brian. He changed my life for the better. This was us in 2004--i think. Commons Park, Denver, after a Rockies game. Our first date was at a Rockies game. I will always cherish our time together.
Thank you for taking the time to view the best of me. There are more food related awesomeness, trips, friends, wine, but these are the ones that truly stand out. I apologize if I have overlooked anyone. I have had an amazing journey with this blog, with my friends and with food experiences. I believe it will continue and I am ready to be more creative/open with my postings.Cheers to 1111!