10/30/14

A Foreword

For months now I've been telling myself that I am going to start a blog.

If I could define the past year of my life in one word, it would be hesitation. I've hesitated with starting this blog after reading many how-to guidelines claiming you must choose one specific topic and focus on that subject only. I've hesitated with job applications because I’m not sure what type of work will make me happiest. I've hesitated with moving from my hometown because I know once I do, I’ll be forced to make the decisions I fear. Well, I know fear will never go away, so I’m trying to use its challenges to propel myself forward from here on out. 

The publishing of this e-space marks the true beginning of the unknown for me. I have officially signed a lease for an apartment with my partner-in-crime outside of Columbus, Ohio where I know a total of two people (including him). I haven’t secured a job and I really don’t know what I’m going to do with myself. All I do know is that I’m finally embracing what I've been avoiding, and that to me, is an accomplishment in itself. Charles Wheelan, a professor of economics and public policy wrote a quick read called “10 ½ Things No Commencement Speaker Has Ever Said”, in which he asks “first and foremost that you do not use your prodigious talents to mess the world up, because too many smart people are doing that already”.  I think we can all start there.

I am thrilled to use this space to share the exciting new prospects I stumble upon during this transition, both personal and professional. I will also discuss any and all things I see in my day-to-day life that make me stop and think. I believe it is the fleeting moments and minute details that most speak to the state of our society today, yet they are often overlooked.

Of course, this project wouldn't be complete without a deep discussion of food. My desire to start a blog initially stemmed from what I like to think of as my great love affair. I have never considered myself to be an artist, with sub-par skills in drawing and the like, but I only recently came to the realization that cooking is an art form. My mother made the point that she doesn't want to cook elaborate meals after a long day of making jewelry, but when I get home, the kitchen becomes my creative outlet. I love that. Possibilities are endless. There are many downfalls to social media, but I’m grateful for its ability to connect people all over the world. I've slowly accumulated a list of vegetarian food bloggers and yes, Instagram accounts, dedicated to creating nourishing recipes that happen to reflect these individuals’ positive outlooks on life. The food world is evolving at a rapid pace into a multifaceted industry. We no longer view food as just something we eat, but as a pathway toward a better life. We have established an element of community through the sharing of recipes, discussion forums, food rescue efforts, and in the most mainstream sense, “food porn”. 

I have been a cook for an extension of a program called Community Cooks for almost a year now. Once a month, a team of us are each in charge of different segments of a meal that will feed 16-22 young adults struggling financially. When I've had a chance to talk with the head of the program, she’s emphasized how much these individuals look forward to not only the meal itself, but the creative thought that goes into it. This small commitment is rather simple, but goes a long way. I've volunteered with other great organizations such as a Food for Free, a food rescue program that relies on their volunteers to package the donations being delivered to individuals who live alone and can’t afford much in the way of groceries. The best part about working with these groups, aside from the obvious, is meeting and seeing a variety of other people taking time out of their schedules to assist. Food is fuel, but a lot of times I think we take it for granted. The smallest contribution of time helps to remind us of that, and introduces yet another aspect of the global community that revolves around food.   

It could very well turn out that I am the only one who actually reads my writing, just like I tend to be the only one to laugh at my jokes, or maybe a few others will give it a whirl. Either way, I’m simply going to start writing.

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