Happy Holidays Everyone!
First off I'd like to thank each of you for taking the time to read our stories over the past 7 months. We've been genuinely overwhelmed by the amount of people who have read and contributed to our little website.
However, it's time for us to recharge our batteries and focus our efforts on what's coming next.
There are already lots of posts on the internet about how to write a eulogy step-by-step. I know, because I read them all the night before my grandfather’s funeral.
My grandfather, a WWII and Korean War veteran and an incredible man, passed away of stomach cancer at 89 years old on Father’s Day this year. In the months prior to his passing, I was able to travel to Rochester and live with him and care for him as his health declined.
Remember the days when each morning was just a new day for a new pimple? When the mirror greeted you with a pizza-faced, pimply visage? When the number of blemishes you had at one time was as numerous as the stars in the sky? I do too. For me, that day is today.
Though I recently turned 25–by all accounts, the true age at which time modern adulthood begins–I still have acne that is not unlike that of my 15-year old self. And it is so embarrassing.
I used to think that this whole “quarter-life crisis” phenomenon was a myth. In the least, I thought it was something for those twenty-somethings who didn’t have their lives together. It definitely wasn’t something I thought would hit me, the person who continually made jokes about how, as a 24 year old who already has tattoos, a nose ring, and a flair for being the black sheep, I didn’t have any crises left to experience. I learned early on, though, that crisis reveals itself in unique ways to each person.
Growing up means really starting to live a life more true to yourself. Over the past 6 months I have changed one area of my life that I think is really representative of this definition of growing up. And it has to do with food.
We’ve all heard the phrase “you are what you eat,” and recently I actually started to understand what that could mean for myself. What we eat expresses who we are just as much as what we choose to wear, or the things we do in our free time.