Jack and Jilly

A Journey to Joyful Living

Letter to the Editor (aka my mind)

Lately my back brain, that dream-crusher, has been creeping in.  This is my editor.  My editor wishes to keep me small.  If ever I begin to create too much happiness, she steps in and puts the kibosh on it, because that is what she has been trained to do over the years.  This is my letter to her.

Dear Ms.  Editor,

It has recently come to my attention that you have become quite strict on the content that you allow to pass by your trained and skillful eye.  While we here at Jilly Enterprises are grateful for your diligence, I have some concern about the lack of creative flow that seems to be occurring.  Please let me kindly remind you that we like to encourage our creators to dream big, and allow their artistic abilities to shine forth in whatever form they may come packaged in.  No doubt your training has carried you far, and you are quite proud of the work you that you do.  However, I need to bring to your attention a specific incident that involves a certain writer for our company.  Before I delve in, I would like to let you know that I sincerely appreciate your efforts.  I will not choose to have you leave us, but instead believe that with the proper retraining you can and will flourish here.

A few weeks ago, one of our most brilliant writers turned in a piece of work about a journey she had embarked on.  She was ecstatic about the work she had done.  Leading up to this time, she had indeed been on quite the adventure.  She had opened up to me about her doubts that she would ever be any good.  I listened to her talk about how badly she wanted to overcome this doubt, and I decided to mentor her so she could do just that.  You see, I saw something special in her.  While her face showed her fear of the unknown, a fear of failure even, her eyes had this twinkle in them that was rather curious to me.  As she continued to speak to me,  I knew that she was destined for greatness, if only she could see just how great she was.  We began working together a little  every day.  She would create an idea, and I would assure her that it was wonderful just as she had written it.  Over just a short period of time, I began to see a change in her.  She stood a little taller, walked with more purpose.  She was smiling more often, and looked everyone in the eye.  Her whole demeanor began to change.  The energy in the room would shift when she entered.  The office was abuzz with chatter about how much more positive she was and the inspiration she was creating for our other employees.

Then she turned in that article to you.  It was to be her masterpiece.  We awaited her triumphant return, and had arranged a little party to celebrate her success.  I felt that surely she had overcome her doubts, and knew what a gifted talent she was.  Imagine my surprise when those doors opened.  The girl who walked through that door was not the same girl that had left my presence just hours before.  Her eyes were swollen, her nose runny.  She looked straight at the ground, and could barely speak to me when I approached her.  I ushered her in to the solitude of my office, and asked her to explain to me what happened.  She told me that you had read her work, and then politely told her that it was unacceptable.  Nobody would be interested in her story.  It would not sell.  As if to add insult to injury, you proceeded to fill her pages with red marks, noting that it was not refined enough for the type of work that you send through.

Now, Ms. Editor, I need to be very clear about something.  We are not in the business of crushing dreams nor spirits.  We are not concerned with refinement.  Do you know what I care about?  I care about the idea.  When I see something one of my wonderful workers has created, do I feel inspired?  Do I feel light and fun?  Do I dare to take off within my own dreams?  Or do I get caught up in grammar, in punctuation?

If you are looking for a company that follows the standard rules, then maybe Jilly really isn’t for you.  You see, I know what the rest of the industry does, and I’m not interested.  I want something different.  I want to break the mold.  So my question to you is this…can you dare to be different?  Can you push aside all that formal training, that brainwashing about what is acceptable in our line of work?  If you will only let go, I think you will find freedom like you have never known.  You will see the brilliance that lies within the pages of the stories that are created.  You will see what I see…our future.

I have arranged for you to work with me personally over the next few months as a part of your retraining.  I will make it my priority to bring you over to my system, a system where joy is encouraged and dreams are our nourishment.  You will not regret it, I can promise you that.  I look forward to hearing from you if you choose to accept this.

Yours in Success,

The Head Jilly

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Day 1: Letting Go

Today, I am letting go.  Letting go of my need to control the outcomes in my life.  Letting go of who I think I should be.  Letting go of fear of the unknown.  Today, I will learn to trust.  Trust that all will be as it should be.  Trust myself to be who I am, and trust that who I am is wonderful.  Trust that no matter what happens, I can and will be happy, healthy and loved.

If I expect to create a life of joy, I must learn to let go and trust.  I will not give my power away by letting it lie in things outside of myself.  I will not allow my happiness to be determined by how much money I make, what kind of car I drive, what kind of social life I have, or whether I am in a romantic relationship or not.  I will keep my power within me…the power to thrive, the power to love, the power to experience life wide open and full of joy.

Today, I allowed myself to be a victim to stress and negativity.  I gave in to the little control freak inside of me.  I allowed it to rend my stomach into knots.  I didn’t eat much.  I wanted to run away, or disappear.  Anything for a way out.  And after letting go of my pride, allowing the stress to come spilling out of my eyes, I came to the realization that I am not in control of any of it.  And that’s okay.

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30 Day Challenge

Something has to be done.  In the past few weeks, I’ve been riding some type of slippery-sloped rollercoaster straight outta the theme park otherwise known as “Hell”.  Okay, maybe that’s a bit dramatic, but you get the picture.  Pain is back, addictions are back, depression is back, tremors are back, panic and anxiety are back in a BIG way, etc.  Ugh.  The only thing that is not giving me a blast from the past is weight gain, which is awesome, but it is only a matter of time if I don’t get a grip on myself NOW.  I will say this: at least I recognize it and know what needs to be done instead of wallowing in self-pity and victim mode.  Score!

I think the problem here is that I’m horribly unbalanced.  And for me, it starts with what I allow in my mouth.  I’m still eating pretty good…I did lose 3 pounds last week after all, with no exercise…but I am having binges here and there that I’m giving in to, and I’m not cool with that.  I’m incredibly sensitive to food and what goes into my body. I also need more exercise in my life…daily exercise…to battle stress and anxiety.

So I’ve come up with a plan.  A 30 day challenge to myself that I will share with all of you.  For the next 30 days, I will renew my passion for healing and reverse this downward spiral that I feel happening.  I’ve just got to pull out of this depression before it undoes all of the work I’ve done so far. I will do this by following a daily routine focused around getting centered.  And I will tell each of you, every day, what I did, what I ate, how I feel.  Sound good?  Writing every day is important during this because it holds me accountable to people cheering me on…so cheer me on, got it?  Here we go!

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Free to Feel

One month after my juice fast, 5 months into my Journey towards a Joyful life, and I can tell you one thing…I still have a lot of work to do.  I’ve become ever so aware of my emotions lately, and the things I do to blunt those emotions.  Consider this my first installment in a small series about addiction.  I am an addict.  It’s true, I have an addictive personality.  Most of the time we think of addiction in terms of alcohol or drugs.  Luckily, I do not drink or use drugs at all in my life.  But I tend to get addicted to all kinds of other things:  FOOD, energy drinks, TV, internet, FOOD…I’ve been addicted to exercise (didn’t mind that one so much…wish it would have lasted longer ;) , and sometimes even people.

Today was an emotional roller-coaster.  I’ve been battling some depression, which makes my whole body get out of whack.  One thing that I’ve been thinking about is how addiction keeps me from being present.  For instance, when I drank energy drinks I used them so I wouldn’t have to feel tired.  The real solution would be to allow myself more rest by going to bed earlier, or eat food that gave me energy instead of bogging down my digestive system and thus making me tired.  Instead I chose a stimulant to “numb” me out from what I was presently feeling, which was really just feedback from my body.  If I feel bored, or want to procrastinate, I will turn on the TV, or get on the internet.  If I feel depressed or stressed, I tend to turn towards food to numb those feelings instead of facing them.

I want to be done with numbing.  I want to be present to my feelings and emotions.  I want to be free to experience what is happening, right now, and be grateful for whatever that is…good or bad.  Even the “bad” emotions teach us.  They give us feedback about something we need to deal with to live a better life tomorrow.  They teach us about habits that don’t serve our own good, or draw attention to a need we have that needs to be addressed and tended to.  I want to be in tune with those instead of doing something to drown it out.

Today, I realized I have a problem with Facebook.  Its become so habitual for me to be on there that I don’t even know I’m doing it.  I don’t know the answer to this, and I’m not sure I want to, but I wonder how many hours I spend each week be-bopping around Facebook… instead of doing work that needs to be done, or doing something productive for my soul like reading, meditating, playing music or exercising.  I’ve thought before about deactivating my account for a while, just so I can un-addict myself and embark on being more present.  I always thought “No, I couldn’t do that! It’s how I know what is going on in the world!”  The reality is, my life would go on just fine…maybe even better!  So today, I pulled the plug.  While Facebook does increase my readership on my blog, I’ll get over it for a little while.  Maybe it will be one week, maybe two…whatever it takes.  After deactivating it, I was appalled at how many times throughout the rest of the day I subconsciously went to Facebook to look around…only to find that to log in I would have to reactivate my account (which would make me snap back to reality and feel ashamed that I had gone there, again).

*note: I found after two days that a lot of my motivation for continuing on this path when it gets hard is by getting feedback from people cheering me on, or telling me that I am inspiring them to make some changes.  Because of this, I chose to reactivate my facebook so I could continue to share some things and get some inspiration from friends and family.  I am just limited to looking at it only when I actually share something.*

I’m a little scared at what this next part of my journey might bring…and excited.  I created a list of things today that need to be done for healing, which I look forward to sharing with all of you.  I would love the opportunity to just completely unconnect and go off-grid for a few months while I did all of this.  Unfortunately, I don’t have the job or financial means that would allow me that luxury, so I’ll make it all work in my existing schedule.  In a way, that might be better.  It is more “real life” after all, and will teach me to have more lasting change.  Who’s ready for an adventure?

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A River Runs Through It

Runs through my motivation that is, and split it right down the middle.  Funny thing though…while I’ve been struggling through this weird head space of what to eat and what not to eat, I’m being pushed back towards liquids for a time.  Let me explain.

Ever since that weekend in the mountains, where I ate some things I shouldn’t have, I’ve struggled with food cravings.  It’s interesting how logic and whimsy don’t match up, right?  Logically I know that food addiction isn’t beaten quickly.  Logically I know that my illnesses aren’t just going to *poof* …be gone.  It is a process, one that was kicked off with the juice fast and must continue with good choices.  Unfortunately, whimsy likes to believe that because I felt ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY FREAKIN’ FANTASTIC, and that I was naturally craving fresh fruits and veggies, that I was cured.  Hip Hip Hooray.  Wouldn’t it be nice if it were that easy?  I actually feel lucky that I’ve had a hard time transitioning.  I feel like it is forcing me to keep trying, and fail, and keep trying, and fail again…each time getting back up and going again.  After all, isn’t that how true success is won?  Isn’t that how lasting change comes about?

One thing I’ve really struggled hard with is conflicting information.  I am constantly learning and researching.  Sometimes I can’t focus at work because I just want to read and think about health all the time (I have a slight tendency towards being obsessive about things sometimes….ssssshhhhhhh don’t tell.)  I keep feeling inspired to be 95 to 100% raw until my healing is complete, but then I’ll think about how I don’t believe in absolute extremes long-term.  I’ll flip-flop back and forth, back and forth.  So then I’ll eat more cooked food, more animal products…and the joint pain comes back.  The mood swings come back.  The flu-like feelings come back.  And the cycle repeats.  Over the last two weeks, I’ve felt my passion fading and my motivation waning, which I know is really caused by my arch-nemesis Captain Self-Sabotage.  At one point, I went on like a 3 day binge-er where all my meals were junkish.  While I could have definitely eaten worse…I mean I wasn’t stuffing down greasy hamburgers and fries or anything….but compared to what I was used to, my body did NOT like it.  Unfortunately, my mind did.  Thus began the tug of war within my soul.  I started feeling depressed.  I had a few panic attacks.  I started feeling bloated for the first time in months, and feeling like I had put on at least 10 to 15 pounds.  Much to my surprise, I didn’t actually put on any weight (well maybe one pound) since stopping the juice fast.  But it feels like 15 because I feel heavy…both physically and emotionally.  Everything just seems so clouded and confusing.  I want the lightness back.

I should note that every time I meditate or spend time in fasting and prayer over this issue, I keep coming back to one thing:  I need to be eating a very high, if not all, raw diet.  Not forever, but until my healing is complete.  It could take the rest of this year.  So why am I fighting it so hard?  I think it is because it is hard to do.  I feel like the exception, like the pain-in-the-(you know) that has to always have special food and can’t just eat anywhere.  It gets old.  But I guess what there is to ask myself is this:  How bad do I want it?  Do I want healing?  Or do I want easy?  Because I can’t have both…not right now.  The reality is this:  I can choose to keep struggling and be compelled by my body to submit anyway (it has started shutting down again on me this week…pain, ickness, fatigue, panic…), or I can humble myself and do what I know my body and soul need me to do for now.  Because I’m not a big fan of what happens when we are compelled, I choose the latter.

So…here it is.  My plan of action.  In order to pull the reins back, to refuel my motivation and get back on track, I’ve decided to do a two-week reboot.  Not just juice, mind you, but juice, smoothies and soups (raw soups..minimally heated).  And herbal tea.  Liquid only.  This will open me back up physically and energetically, but also still give me enough calories and strength so I can continue incorporating exercise into my routine.  Let the games begin…

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Throwing Out the Watch

This journey towards living a joyful life has brought on some interesting insights.  As I’ve gotten my eating under wraps (for the most part…there’s still quite a bit to figure out there, but I’ve been overcoming food addiction and self-sabotage and am at least putting good stuff from the earth into my body), I’ve come to realize that this thing goes far deeper than eating habits.  Basically my whole thought processes and self-beliefs have to be turned around if I want to be who I think Jill really is.  It’s a ton of work, but I’m loving every gut-wrenching second of it.  One thing that I’ve come to notice is my sense of peace.  After years of feeling so panicked and out of control, I cannot even begin to express my wonderment at feeling such a calmness within me.  I’ve worked hard for this peace, and must continue to work at it so that my humanness doesn’t step in and go all Dr. Destructo on it.  I am grateful for my hard experiences that enable me to really appreciate the serenity.  It’s not all roses, mind you, but the difference from whence I came is astounding.  I must press forward.

One thing that keeps plaguing me is my sense of urgency.  It’s this overwhelming need to be there already, wherever there is.  For instance, I try not to freak out that I haven’t lost any weight since ending the juice fast (even though I know my body is still figuring out its metabolism process, and digestion is just NOW getting normalized).  I mean, I haven’t gained any either really so I should be celebrating that, right?  I just want to be at my natural weight already, even though I have no idea what that is for my body.  I just want to be there already:  inspiring others to find joy in their lives, holding their hand as they get healthy…body, mind and spirit…because I know what it’s like.  I know what it’s like to be sick and depressed.  I know what it is like to feel like a victim.  I want to be there already:  getting my book published, doing whatever my heart feels called to do, spending more time with my loved ones.  Maybe I’ll get to travel.  Some of you may think I’m spouting off pipe dreams, but that kind of thinking is negative and I don’t want any part of it.  Sure, it may look different than I plan or hope.  But golly I’m sure gonna go for it.

The urgency…it’s annoying.  While I love the drive it produces, it also might drive me insane.  And then today I had an epiphany:  I need to throw out the watch.  Deadlines don’t work when it comes to transformation.  It just kind of flows however it will.  LASTING transformation anyway.  I desire peace and acceptance in my soul.  And if I desire those things, then I know I must have peace and accept the process of my life path.  I must exercise patience.  I’ve learned through several different experiences that things happen on the Lord’s timetable and not mine…why should this be any different?  So…I will continue to do the work.  I will continue to try to love others more, have peace in my soul.  And then smile as the miracles happen…in whatever form they come.  My life is a miracle.  This earth is a miracle.  It is all a grand design, existing in a sense of time that our mortal minds cannot comprehend with all of our hustle and bustle.  Despite wanting my “there” right NOW, knowing it is all much bigger than me gives me peace.

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Debauchery…With a Side of Jubilance

Hello my friends!  I have quite a bit on my mind today.  Got a minute?  First of all, I need to confess….I ate like crap this past weekend!  Which led to some interesting discoveries.  Here, let me give you the play-by-play on my food choices.

On Thursday night, some friends and I went up to the mountains for some weekend fun to celebrate a birthday.  After we arrived at the cabin, they busted out the cake.  It was from a place called Maxie B’s…and man, are their cakes good.  I decided to have a little piece…I mean, what is a little bit gonna hurt?  Turns out it hurts quite a bit.  While the cake didn’t mess my stomach up really at all, the sugar did end up leaving me with anxiety issues that kept me from sleeping.  It has been so long since I’ve had to deal with sleep anxiety that I forgot what an incredible pain in the tush it is.  The next morning we awoke early to get over to the bike trail.  Because I didn’t bring any food with me, and with no time to stop at a grocery store (we were out in the middle of nowhere…no cell service, internet, or grocery stores for MILES), I was hoping to find something I could eat somewhere.  Luckily I scored big with a small cafe shop next to the place we were renting our bikes from.  They made me a fresh fruit smoothie with no dairy, so I was pretty stoked to have that.  We headed down the trail.  It was a nice day, and the scenery was beautiful!  I took in the lush green vegetation and the wonderful sounds and sights of the flowing mountain stream that ran along side us the whole 17 miles.  As we neared lunch time, we came upon a trail-side restaurant a little over half-way.  I was starving.  And they had nothing good for me…no salads, fresh fruit…nothing.   Should I admit what I ate?  Okay, here goes:  BBQ. And fries.  Oh the debauchery.  That was probably the worst thing I ate the whole trip.  I won’t lie to you, it was delicious.  But not Jill-friendly.  Naturally I felt bloated, and started having pain issues throughout my body.  Luckily, moving down the trail helped me feel better than I would have if I were just sitting around somewhere.  That night we walked around a tiny town and stopped for dinner.  I had  spinach artichoke dip and a salad.  That night I opted out of having any birthday cake, of course.  The next morning we stopped for breakfast, where I had a veggie omelet. And some grits.  I couldn’t resist them or the urge to butter them up all nice and good. By the time we ate lunch that last day, we were able to hit civilization and stop at one of my personal favorite places.  I got a nice spinach salad loaded with clean veggies.  While I was eating it, I could almost feel my body saying “Thank you for this salad.  I was worried there for a minute…what the heck have you been putting in me?  Please just give me the good stuff from here on out, okay?”

I realize it could have been worse.  But one thing that eating off like that did was trigger my binge eating urges.  The night I got home I had an emotional breakdown.  I felt like a failure.  I felt like I had ruined everything.  And in the midst of that, I realized this was an incredible opportunity.  You see, I know I can’t be perfect.  It isn’t healthy to even expect that of myself.  I’m going to have situations where I just have to do the best I can, and let it be okay.  The opportunity lies in what happens next after those moments.  Do I allow it to take me out, to determine that the work is ruined and therefore launch back into my previous habits that got me sick in the first place?  Or do I pick myself up, dust myself off, and go at it again, taking note that this is a LIFESTYLE, not a diet.  I am CHOOSING to eat this way as a means of healing while I quest after optimal health.  This is a choice, and one that I love.  One that allows me to stay medication free, fatigue free, pain-free (most of the time).  I slipped up once more yesterday morning as a result of those binge tendencies.  I gave in, and then decided that this was not me anymore.  I made a list of how I felt after eating what I call poison (not judging others, it just acts as poison in my body) compared to when I eat clean, fresh, high raw fruits and veggies. And then I taped it to my computer screen at work to remind me if I feel the need to eat something that hurts me.  It looks like this:

HOW I FEEL

High Raw (Fruits and Veggies)                                                         Junk (Bread, Dairy, Sugar)

Light and airy                                                                                                      Bloated

Clean                                                                                                                            Fat

Energized                                                                                                                 Anxious

Open (soul)                                                                                                    Joint and Muscle Pain

Benevolence                                                                                                 MOOD SWINGS

Enlightened                                                                                                             Fatigue

Aware                                                                         Neurological Issues (twitches/tremors at night)

Probably the most interesting thing I noticed during this is the mood swings that happened after eating something I know my body doesn’t like.  They came full on, reminding me of the horribleness that was last year as I went through rapid cycles of depression and hypomania.  I really don’t choose to ever go back to that.  I’ve eaten clean since making this list and getting my head back in the game.  I was craving a sweet something for lunch, so I went to whole foods to get a nice salad and an all raw chocolate bar.  Guess what?  A little while later I was having a panic attack.  My body revolted to the natural caffeine.  I’ve heard from people who can’t have any stimulants for similar reasons to mine: they are prone to anxiety and panic attacks when they have them.  I’ve known it was a problem, but I had gotten so used to having anxiety and panic be a part of my every day (for years) that I wasn’t sure what the cause was.  I just knew they were torturous.  Now that I’ve gotten rid of most of my symptoms the majority of the time, I can tell what is causing the problems.  Sure, sometimes I still have pain or anxiety or a feeling of flu-type stuff.  But it’s much more manageable and a much shorter duration as long as I’m eating clean.

This morning I woke up with a smile on my face.  I smiled all the way to work.  Why?  Because eating a high raw diet makes me feel good.  It makes my soul open up wide.  It gives room for joy and love, and my body thanks me for it.  It makes me feel jubilant.  I see now how much my food choices of the past were blocking my spiritual self.  This truly is a fantastic time in my life, a time of discovery, a time of intention, a time of healing.

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Moving Along

I’ve been taking a bit of a break from writing this week.  Don’t worry, there is still work going on.  It has been an interesting week and a half back on foods.  My digestion is just now starting to run somewhat normally, which is a relief.  Even eating very clean foods has been causing me to feel bloated, which I guess is to be expected after nothing but juice for 2 months.  I did gain about 2 pounds back during this time, which I expected (I actually expected more).  I’ve also come to a few realizations:

I need to be “drinking” more of my meals.  Juice, green smoothies…otherwise I have to eat ALOT of food to keep me satisfied.  I felt like I was constantly eating up until a few days ago when I figured out that I need to be drinking 2 or 3 meals and eating 1 or 2.  I’ve done that the past two days and feel much better, and much lighter.  It is also allowing my digestive system that chance to finally catch up with me and get moving again.

I also realized that now that I’ve initiated the food part of my healing (which will continue to be trial and error, and will take time), it is time to move on to other areas.  I’m still figuring things out, learning how to listen to my body, and realizing that my illness episodes still exist occasionally.  Today I’ve been having a headache, feeling some pain and ick, and craving eggs or fish…which means I need more protein.  I’ll be taking care of that when I get home.  So, what’s the next part of my healing?  Two things: My stuff, and my finances.  Organization my friends.  It’s time to get skinny, and I don’t just mean my body.  I want to finish that process of minimizing my stuff in an effort to clear out my old, sick self and make way for the real me.  I want to create space for new energy and abundance (this is all energetically speaking.)  Want to take a journey with me?  I’ll be out-of-town for a few days in the mountains, enjoying fantastic company and clearing my head.  And then we’ll get started.  Have a good weekend!

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Having a Blast

I think I’m in love with food…and for once it’s actually in a healthy way.  Let me explain.  As we all know, I’m eating a high raw diet.  I listen to my body and my cravings and go with my intuition.  It just so happens that the foods I really want are raw fruits and veggies (who wants to join me for a happy dance?)  This is actually making it very easy…it is almost effortless for me to eat this way, which is what I’ve desired for so many years.  And I’m having a blast.  My options are endless. I’m making things from scratch on the fly, and they are turning out incredibly well.  Salad dressing?  No problem…let me just see what I have in the fridge and throw some stuff in the Vitamix.  Craving chips and salsa?  No big deal…I’ll just slice up some yellow squash on the mandolin and throw some quick salsa together in the food processor.  Literally took 2 minutes.  Seriously delish. Wanna see it?  I made my main dish two burgers:  lettuce as the bun, avocado, tomato, onion, sprouts, sprinkled generously with lime juice and a tad of sea salt. YUM.

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Behind the Labels

I was talking to a friend the other day, and he asked me “So, what was the first thing you ate after your juice fast?”  After my response, he asked if I was enjoying foods like pizza, because I surely must have missed them the past two months.  I told him that really I’ve just been having lots of raw fruits and veggies.  He said, “So wait…you’re on a fruits and veggies diet now?  How long are you going to do this one?”  I told him that I was not on a diet, that I was eating what my body was asking for, and that food like pizza was poison to me.  I further explained that eating a high raw diet is the only way I can keep my symptoms at bay.  This conversation, as well as those I have had with others, have produced questions like “So are you raw vegan? Or just vegan? What about vegetarian?”  To which my reply is simply that I am an intuitive eater.  That is what I am striving for.  While yes, that means that I happen to be enjoying a very high raw diet with very little animal products, I’m not “hardcore” anything.  I don’t believe in being dogmatic, because it takes away from who we are as intuitive people.  For instance, I hadn’t had any animal products since the sushi on Monday.  On Friday, I noticed I was starting to have a wave of symptoms (malaise, joint pain, muscle pain, and general ughness) that happens to me occasionally (far less now since starting the juice fast).  I took a time out, listened to my body, and realized that I was craving eggs.  So I went home, made a big salad, cooked three eggs sunny-side up, and slid them on top of the salad.  I then cut them up into the salad and used the runny goodness to be my dressing.  For whatever reason, it was just what my body needed.  I began to feel better and have felt just fine since.  Intuitive eating…that’s what I am about.  What have I craved since then?  Fruits and Veggies!  In fact today I am just having green smoothies, because that’s what my body is telling me.  I have more to say about this, but I’m starting to get off topic.  I want to talk about labels.

All of these conversations made me realize this: We have this need in our society to label everything.  ”What race are you? What religion are you?  Are you a republican or a democrat?  What diet are you doing?”  While I know we use this information to get a gist of who people are, I feel we put way too much emphasis on these labels.  Just because we support different presidential candidates doesn’t mean we should be mortal enemies.  What race you are doesn’t determine whether you are a good person or not.  Just because we have different theological views doesn’t mean I’m better than you, nor you better than me.  None of this means that we shouldn’t strive to love each other, despite our differences.  After all, we all have to live here on this earth, side by side.  We can choose to highlight the differences, to separate ourselves into certain classes and distinctions.  Or we can choose peace, choose love, and choose to be understanding towards our fellow beings.  While labels cannot be totally ignored, and have some uses, I want to live in a world where we listen to our intuitions and our hearts…even if that world just starts with me.

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