Work is starting to roll in again and I feel a little like the kid chasing fireflies in the yard being called in to finish their homework. Any moment now the powers that be will be using my full name as a threat. Followed by “get your butt in here!” Luckily I do genuinely care about my job. Working with food and herbs as alternative medicine to help people heal themselves when modern medicine has failed them is extremely fulfilling. It feels true to me which I can’t say for many other jobs I’ve had. I was reflecting on all the jobs I’ve found myself in over the years. The hours of pushing buttons at the register in a grocery store nearly falling down dead from ennui. My senior year spent being stupendously stoned slinging pizza with all of my friends. That one time I worked for Miss Cleo, reading tarot at the psychic friends network (which I would argue, is equivalent to being a therapist without the compensation). The blazing summers and punishing winters cooking for movie stars on films sets (my favorite being Lili Taylor, total gem of a human). Oh gawd and that one terrible time I was a cocktail waitress in a strip club. What a shit show. In short.. it’s nice to be returning to something that legitimately helps. Maybe now more than ever.

Day 114: Russian kale, Anna apples & golden beets sautéed in a little coconut oil, shmaltz & curry powder. Topped with tart blackberries & a 6 minute egg.