A letter to you

A letter to you

This morning was one of those mornings where I felt like I was alone. I didn’t want to do anything. I didn’t want to talk to anyone.  I didn’t want to be anywhere. I was just alone. After I dropped the kids off from school, I sat there in my truck for awhile and just checked in with myself. I asked “body, what do you need from me right now?” and “universe, what am I meant to be doing right now?” and even “what the fuck do I even just WANT to do right now?”. No answers. I sighed a long sigh and drove home. Watched the Canadian hockey team lose to Germany in the Olympics. Another long sigh. And then I felt pulled to start planning a menu. I haven’t planned a menu in ages; I’ve been just throwing random things together and also getting meals delivered to my home. Okay fine, let’s make a menu. Decided that this week I’m going to make:  - Loaded Vegan Nachos - Blackberry Lime Chia Elixer - Butter Cauliflower on Rice  - Loaded Lentil Salad  - Vegan Mini Veggie Frittatas Planning this all out got me SO excited I had to run to the store straight away. Off I go to load up on veggies, coconut milk, nachos, berries, and OF COURSE more kombucha. #addict Drove home and cranked the music on my playlist. Pulled over and sang really fucking loud until I felt my soul ignite. When I finally made it home, I whipped up a giant bowl of vegan mac and cheese, and ate way too much while watching the new season of...