Being from New Orleans, I learned at an early age that food is made to be shared with others. Always.
Which is why I’m both excited and nervous to share something I’ve been working on with you. But here goes…
Soul Food will be our sacred space for sharing respectful prayers, devotions, and thoughts on living a better from what we feed our mind and body, to how we feed others.
You see, the term “healthy life” is tossed around so often that even I sometimes wonder “What does it even mean anymore?”
As a registered dietitian who’s worked in the healthy lifestyle industry for over 20 years, I openly admit that I’ve been striving to “be healthier” the day I became aware my body was different than others.
While I don’t remember what triggered me to know I was “different” in physical shape and size than other girls my age, I do know I was younger than my 7-year-old daughter is today.
Sharing this with you and thinking about the years of wasted energy-focused physical flaws and imperfections, makes me sad and angry.
But it also gives me hope.
Because today I know, my struggle, the internal battle of self loathe and destruction, the one I fought both privately and with love and support from others, was not without a reason or purpose.
My journey, which has included meeting you, working with you, learning from you, and listening to you, has shown me just how perfectly, imperfect we are.
One thing this Louisiana girl knows is that the perfectly imperfect things are what make the most delicious meals & glorious pieces of art.
If you are striving to create a healthier, fuller, more vibrant and purposeful life, I’d like love to share Soul Food with you.
And if you’re thinking, I don’t have time to read one more email, I get it.
Trust me, I not bluffing. I’m in a season of life where it’s a little crazy to be adding anything else to my to-do list.
But He keeps asking me.
He’s been asking me to do this for at least 10 years and I’ve continued to tell Him “I don’t have time” or “When my children are in school full time” and then I promised, “When I’m 40.” (Because I naively thought this number would bring more time and space)
Guess what happened last month?
I turn 40.
And nope, I don’t magically have more time or space.
But I have clarity that His ask of me is real & strong.
I figure at this point I gotta at least give it a try and let Him know I’m trying to listen.
He’s promised He’ll give me the time, energy and words to keep it going, all I have to do is show up and trust that he’s got this.
That He’s got us.