Wednesday, 26 July 2017

You can't pass up good lighting...and other rambles.

I happened to be in the perfect spot at the gym jumping rope and noticed it.
Damn, I looked like I had muscles showing in the mirror.
So, of course, I had to go get my phone to snap a selfie.
I actually looked like I had some delt action going on.
If I could just stand in that spot all day...
I did step on the scale this morning and I have lost a few pounds.

I keep hearing about and reading about jackfruit and its amazing uses in food.
I looked for it a few times at the grocery stores around me, but had never seen it - even the canned version. Imagine my surprise when I was running in and found this.
It's not bad. At first I was a little taken aback when I opened it.
They aren't kidding when they say it's aromatic.
I was hesitant to taste it the aroma was so strong, but I put a 1/2 cup (suggested serving) over a 1/2 cup brown rice and warmed it up.
It's spicy, and the texture and taste definitely grew on me.
Now, the package looks small and cost $5.99 here, however, I did get 3 servings from it.
Would I buy it again?
Yeah, probably so. I would be interested if they put out other flavors.
Curry was the only one available at this grocery.

Let me let you in on this thing that's been happening on my journey this year.
I have become highly sensitive and emotional.
I notice scents, sounds, softness of fabrics even more.
Even though I have been pretty happy, I tend to cry at the drop of a hat.
Even funny  things make me cry.
My heart aches more at sad stories or pictures of dogs that need homes.
I mean, I cried at a meme of a hilarious dog shaming photo.
Now, I've heard this happens as one deepens their path of self-discovery, and I honestly thought it was a bunch of horse 💩
However, I may be reconsidering that assumption, lol.

I also find that I am craving more unplugged time and adventures.
I just want to hike, write, take beautiful pictures - okay, hubs takes the really beautiful photos.
I think we're both getting used to taking those four days every few weeks, driving away, pitching our cot tent and just wandering, sitting, talking...

Can I get paid for that?

Friday, 21 July 2017

And there it is...

We can now laugh at that.

I mean, in all honesty, it turned out better than it could.
What you ask?
Well, let me fill you in on my morning. 

I was going about my usual routine.
Coffee morning ritual with my pup.
You know, coffee on one side.
 This on the other, right in my face.
Then, got ready to go to the gym.
I walk out my front door, and a guy is in my yard - from across the street.
He's picking up all sorts of stuff.
I thought, "Oh great, a bear got into someone's garbage."
Nope, not that lucky.
He begins to tell me to check my vehicles.
Seems people decided to hit our tiny, rural, street last night.
If your car was unlocked, which uh, no one locks there car here, they hit it.
So, yeah, they went through mine, opened everything, scattered all of my gym stuff, but took nothing.
I mean, all that loose change was still just sitting in the cup holder.
Checked the other vehicle which was locked, but had all of our camping stuff still just sitting outside of it, along with tools just sitting on the side of our other old work truck.

So, he brought me some of the stuff that was in my yard to make sure none of it was mine.
So, we're talking, and I begin to go to the neighbor's to bring her stuff to her. 
Horrible way to start neighbors mornings.
And thus began my walk down the street.
If someone was coming outside, I told them to check their cars, and so it went.
Then, I saw random cars with the doors open and stuff next to them.
Then, I would go knock and fill them in on what had happened.
We all talked because many of them have lived here over 40 years and have never experienced anything like this happening.
We think it was kids.
I mean, there were Vans sneaker prints by every vehicle.
Our yards and roads are decomposed granite, what we like to call 'cat litter' dirt.

Then, I came home to call the cops to make them aware.
They told me they had received several reports, and some people had had stuff stolen.

I guess I made out okay.
Nothing stolen.
Nothing really damaged.
Met more of my neighbors.
Just sad, and a little mad, that I feel slightly less safe now in our secluded paradise.

Then, this popped up, and I think the universe is talking to me again.

Wednesday, 19 July 2017

Losing Baggage on the Journey

I've heard this many times as I began the journey this year.
Now, I see it to be true.
My circle has become miniscule, and that's even pushing it.
I don't blame anyone, or myself.
In many instances, I cannot take the drain of certain people and their personalities.
When I quit giving into having negative conversations or gossiping and trying to steer the conversations into something completely different, well, they drifted away.
Then, there are the people who just quit answering me as well. I suppose my change in focus, and the way I am choosing to persue life rubs them the wrong way too.
I cannot say that it still doesn't hurt.

I don't have the energy for trying to make people like me anymore, or interact with me when they don't want to. I cannot do my 'duties' as an indie author to try and draw in readers when they are not interested. And honestly, it makes me cringe thinking about what I'm supposed to do as an indie author. It's not me to spend hours begging anyone to give me a chance. My skin crawls when I'm told that I should be promoting myself all day long.
I'd actually rather have people around me, talking to me, messaging me, because they want to know me...then be curious to read my books.
So, I am a freak in that realm as well.

Granted, my husband and I have grown closer.
We are doing much more together. Unplugging, getting away from the drains and pains of social media and the people we decided that we just don't want to be around just to listen to hours of endless complaining and whining about the same topics over and over again.
It goes both ways.

Most noticeably, my work has dwindled.
Now, I'm not complaining about that.
I have been trying to figure out how to transistion and quit that work for years.
I am burned out, and every job, no matter how small or large, induces a little panic and anxiety in my chest. I once thought, that I could bridge it by the sale of my books.
Can we giggle here?
I was duped after the release of my first book, thinking it would get better.
Tiny tip, aspiring indie authors, you will be lucky to clear $20 to $100 a month. 
So, we know that's not a big money maker for me.
But, I know I will always continue to write my books and publish them.
I also reached out about a few other local opportunities, but no one ever got back to me.
That's the downfall of being able to see when your messages have been read now days, LOL.

I will admit it.
Right now, it's a lonely life.

I'm not even really trying to say that things are going wrong right now, but I definitely see changes.
I have become enamoured with leaving for days on end to lose ourselves in the mountains with almost no contact with the world beyond it.
I love having free time to read voraciously and work on my inner self.
I love that I still am capable of having my daily gym time.
Cooking and exploring new ways to cook and experimenting with an ethnic around the world  recipe book makes my tastebuds and tummy sing.

I am striving to be patient, put the best energy that I can out there, and search for the positive.
I am hoping that in those shifts, the type of people that I most want to be like, I attract.
I am hoping that my path to making money is revealed in a source that I have passion and joy for.
Yes, I'm still hoping to make real money from my writing. I just can't put that one to bed.
All in all, I am just trying to be me.
I ramble. I have shifts in mood, just like everyone, and may have a bad day.
I am not trying to impress, just posting what I feel where I want.
I am emptying negative and heavy baggage along the walk.

Tuesday, 18 July 2017

Weekend in Pictures

We decided to get away again...and unplug.
I just want to say that I am enjoying it more and more.
Believe me I LOVE our home, however, I feel more chained to my email, social media and such.
I am trying to learn to ignore it more.
Afterall, I get to pick and choose my work, so I shouldn't be worried about constantly checking everything. Hell, things waited before I had internet; they can again for sure.
The world will not end. 

I have discovered that I have a great admiration for trail runners.
I can barely walk these one foot wide paths that drop off, riddled with rocks. I have no idea how they run it! Especially downhill! I was slipping and sliding all over with my spastic self.
I am getting better at crossing log "bridges" without falling on my ass.
Anyway, I give you the pictures.

 We did take a part of one day and head to historic Leadville to wander about. We didn't stay long, but it was cute, and I'm sure we'll pop into town again in the future.

 My reading for the weekend.
I have never seen the movie, but have heard wonderful things about the book.
I've enjoyed it.

 Someone else had a great time too.
This was at another campsite. I had to take a pic.
I was cracking up!
Go them!
I'm sure they had a fantastic weekend.

Monday, 10 July 2017

A deep thought, a silly thought, some food talk, and always pics!

I have always had this admiration, and wonder, for people who are so secure in themselves and can be outlandish, crazy, and free...and not worry about what people think. How amazing is that?
Here I am, 44, and it still nags me that I do care.
Even as I have been trying to work through that, the faint negative voice creeps into my head questioning everything I put on, the way I cut my hair, the way my body looks, my face, the wrinkles.

Hey, Jen, I wonder. What does that person reading the ingredients on the side of the chip bag think of you today?
Yeah, they're thinking you're a freak too old to be wearing that.

Yet, I also want to make connections with people, true, deep, heart felt connections.
You can't do that if you're worrying about impressing a person and not being your real self.

See, rationally, I know it, but I can't stop the feelings.
I'm trying, though, really hard, and have to quit hiding the parts of me that I am afraid will make people change their thoughts about me. If they do, then I have to learn to deal with it.

And...well, I have to learn to love the parts of myself that I dislike.
Damn, this is getting too deep! 😁
We'll save more of those ramblings for another time!

Instead, let me show you a picture of the smilie face rips I saw first thing this morning on my doggie's sheet. 
Must be a sign!
Just keep smiling.

Here is my Refrigerator Tetris after loads of food prep for two yesterday.
I kind of went crazy cooking a huge pot of dried chick peas and another of black beans. There's also lots of fresh greens wrapped in the towels and plastic bags after their washing, along with tons of other fresh fruit and veg. Teas and infused waters too.
I have been into making veggie bowls.
This one had beans that I cooked with garlic, kale, jalapenos.
Then I added some chopped grape tomatoes and avocado.
I topped it off with a vegan cheese sauce that I made. The base is with carrots and cauliflower, no cashews. It was super easy to make, and it makes a good bit.
I have previously blogged about that cheese sauce and the link for the recipe can be found here.

And since we're going to be getting more real and down and dirty, I leave you with a dressing room pic. We all know that lighting tells the truth and makes you feel like a big blob of dough.
No? Just me then?
As you can see, I have been abusing my body, and not just the bruises from my outdoor craziness.
I am well aware that I am no longer slim, trim, nor have any visible muscle.
I am back to my pear shape with the cottage cheese on my thighs and ass.
I am not comforted by it, but there it is.
No cunty or dickish comments would be greatly appreciated.
You can tell from the look on my face, I already know it folks.
But, I'm going to try and embrace where I'm at, show myself some love, and try to get back to taking better care of myself.

Friday, 7 July 2017

Friday Feelings...

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My followers & readers are a small group but loyal and true. Thank gosh they accept me for all of my conglomerations. I admit that I am, well, different. 😜 I thank you and love you for accepting my fitness, burlesque, Pervy writing, searching for my inner love and light, exploring and teaching what I have learned in a "Kink" lifestyle through blogging & writing, same with health & fitness...and supporting all of my endeavors. I wouldn't continue without you. 
I know it seems like these would contradict, but I feel the perfect melding of everything. peace ✌ love 💖 light 🌅

And a song for the day.

Thursday, 6 July 2017

Always food talk.

I am not saying that I am becoming vegan, however, I am implementing more vegan recipes into my daily meals. Let's face it, the increase in fresh fruits, vegetables, seeds and nuts are not going to hurt anything. I have found it easier to go without meat the past week, even for our Fourth Grilling, but I have yet to ditch the eggs, cheese, or honey yet.
And honestly, I probably won't ditch my local honey. I use it to help with the allergies induced since we moved here, and I would rather do that than actual meds. But I won't say never.
Here is a breakfast that I have been digging.

1/2 cup old fashioned oats
1/2 Tablespoon chia seeds
1/2 Tablespoon flax seeds
1/2 Tablespoon hemp seeds
1/4 sliced banana
All Spice

Then, I just pour water from my tea kettle over it. Cover the bowl with a plate for about five to ten minutes...Done.

This picture was taken before I added the water.
So, we'll see how it goes!

We may take more trips into the mountains while the weather is nice, which means lots of unplugging. Not completely, as we do play music where we camp and I use my phone for the camera. But internet and cell service is zilch on those days and nights.
Perhaps more picture posts which means more Slick.

I know it's silly, but I have an attachment to my little Slick.

Here he is helping me mail out signed books, swag, book promo stuff and little thank you notes to readers. We were having a kale and fruit smoothing that morning before heading to the gym and post office.
Hell, I dont' have anyone else to talk to during the day 😁
Well, besides my furry heart...
Although he kind of wants to eat Slick.
He was upset here.
He had dug a hole, rolled in dirt, and just had an evil bath where he had to sit on the deck for a about twenty minutes, lol.
This may be why I have been hanging at the gym slightly longer in the morning to chat with the more than accomodating sixy and seventy year olds. 
I have reached out to a few people closer to where I live, but it's just not working out in that arena.
Oh well, it will work out.
At least, in between a few contract jobs, it allows me more time to do work that needs to be done around the house and property. Guess it balances out.