A new chapter begins

It’s been so long since I last posted!  It’s amazing how fast time flies!  It seems only yesterday that I was plopped down some words/images into this blog and yet, since then, I’ve started grad school, had my family move up to Seattle, and started freaking out some more about the next few years.  I’ve also lost a boyfriend, started the never-ending struggle toward a healthier lifestyle, and started questioning my sanity.

I guess this is all normal though …

I recently met with my therapist and tried to explain to her just how bored and lackluster I am feeling nowadays.  Nothing really holds any excitement for me.  School and work take up the majority of my time and I don’t really have the energy to pursue anything worthwhile when I do have some free time.  Her advice: start using a planner to plan out my days, and make sure to include some “self-care”

The next issue for me is figuring out just what it is that can qualify as “self-care”?  What do I like to do for fun or just to relax?  I’ve decided on a few things:

1) Cooking – this is probably one of my favorite “hobbies” because it’s something you can do alone or in the company of others.  There’s nothing that quite calms me down like cutting up vegetables for a hearty soup while Frank Sinatra croons in the background

2) Reading – I was an avid reader growing up.  I mean, I devoured books left and right!  It’s gotten harder to find time to read for pleasure–rather, it’s gotten harder to find books that really captivate me into a reading frenzy.  However, I do like to mix up the classics with some contemporary fiction (historical fiction is probably my favorite)

3) Knitting – Since starting school while continuing to work full-time, I’ve sadly started to see myself becoming one of those sad hermit women who rarely come out of their house pending the need to fill up on rations.  My social life is non-existent and I have no desires to do anything other than flop on a couch and ponder the color of my living room walls.  Knitting lets me sit on that same couch while producing works of art–namely many, many scarves and potholders, although I fancy testing the waters with a tea cozy soon!

I think cooking might be the best route to not only continuing to hone my skills as a chef, but to carve out my cultural identity that currently feels non-existent.  I plan on revisiting the fatherland (Mexico, literally the land where my father is from) through food.  It’s actually an interesting story when I tell you that it takes place in a little Italian village in Mexico.  Intriguing, right?

Below is the picture of the only church in Chipilo (the center of town and the center of gossip, I’m sure)