The seasons are shifting and with the temperatures starting to hint at fall I have missed the morning ritual of making breakfast, writing and sharing here. After a year of documenting this part of my day, my path through sobriety and the shifts along the way - I truly needed/wanted a break. And now I have had it. I want to bring it back into my life. As humans we value novelty - perhaps because we are wired to be ultra aware of new things in case they are a threat to our desire to ya know, continue living, but also because it’s the stuff adventure is made of. Plus it is exciting to be able to share new things with others. What we genuinely crave though, is familiarity. In our lives and each other. As a kid my dad always told me “Familiarity breeds acceptance” he was talking about music and what makes something popular on the radio, because that was his job but the message was bigger than all that and I hated it with the power of a million eye rolls. Here I am though - crowding 40 - and the familiar does not send my eyeballs into a backspin anymore. All of this to say that I’m bringing breakfast back. Starting with the last of the summer plums.
10.2.2021: Oatgroats, peanut butter, plums, bloobs, cocao nibs & hemp hearts. For the fiber of it. For the warmth of it. I never hear people mention oatmeal as a comfort food but it is definitely one of mine. Although that wasn’t always the case… Now it tastes like more proof that I am capable of change that sticks.