I have been writing for 333 straight days!
I absolutely love the number 3.
And today…I have 3 of them!
Extraordinary! 🙂 🙂 🙂
Why do I keep using the word ‘never‘?
I wrote a blog post a few days ago about Always and Never and decided that those words would be less frequently used in my daily vocabulary. However, here we are less than a week later and I am having to throw out my latest ‘never‘!
Since launching 365 Radical Acts six months ago, it has been made clear to me that the word ‘never‘ just doesn’t seem to have the same meaning for me as it does for others.
Here are some of my ‘never‘ statements from the past six blogging months;
Okay…so, now I really and truly promise never to use that word again!
My blogging time is at the end of the day. My work day is done and I can finally sit down with a cup of tea, my beeswax candle and a raw treat. Usually I have tons of creative energy in the late afternoon and I look forward to blogging.
This afternoon I am just sucked dry…and it’s all due to the loathsome chore of shopping with my beloved children!
My shopping threshold is twenty minutes. Any more than twenty minutes and I start to feel as if my head just might blow off at any second. When I Christmas shop I never, ever browse. I know what I am buying, where I will find it, how much it will cost and which door at the mall will maximize my efficiency for the stores I need to hit.
If I cross that twenty minute threshold I deteriorate into a grumpy and sourly impatient person that I actually don’t recognize. And, truly, it is hard to control the frustration of wanting to be anywhere but in the store or mall in which I find myself.
It is 5:15 in the afternoon. I just got home from marathon shop number two. I have made my tea, cut my piece of pie and am sitting down with my zen-inspring beeswax candle. I was just taking my first deep breath in two hours when Michael, while trying on his new shoes with all the exuberance and excitement of Christmas morning, announced that his shoes felt too big.
THEY SOLD HIM THE WRONG SIZE!!!!!!! He needed a different colour than the ones he tried on so they went into the back and got the right colour…but the wrong size.
Should I have checked? Yes!
Did I check? No!
And so…rather than disappoint my cherubic child, I am going back up to brave the dreaded shopping-land that I swore I would avoid for at least a month!
Today is my one hundredth blog post. Today, 365 Radical Acts is one hundred days old!
When I launched this project one hundred days ago I wondered if I was a bit nuts. My life was already very full with a busy family to care for, a coaching business to run and not a whole lot of disposable leisure time to speak of. I truly wondered where I was going to find the time to write every single day.
Here’s what I have learned in the past one hundred days;
I could have spent years waiting for the right time to start a daily blog; when the kids are older, when I am working less, when we are empty-nesters. One hundred days ago I felt the call to honour my creativity. And it told me that the time was now. I could have ignored that call and had a myriad of very valid reasons why I could not possibly fit one more thing into my busy life. And, I would not have felt bad about it either.
I did not ignore the call. I leaned in. I got courageous. I went for it. And that decision has altered me in ways I cannot possibly understand at this moment.
And the greatest lesson in the past one hundred days? That there is always time to do something I really want to do. And if there isn’t time? Then, it isn’t something I really want to do anyway.
I have given myself an invaluable gift…the privilege of quenching my thirst for writing, the sheer bliss of living large, and the wonder of seeking out and celebrating the everyday ordinary in my extraordinary life!
I do not make New Year’s Resolutions. I do, however, like to attach themes to the year ahead. I think of my themes as aspects of my life that I would like to see explored or more fully expressed. I am a great believer in the concept that to write something down is to begin the awesome process of manifesting it into my reality. I try to resist attaching specifics to my themes because my job is the ‘what’. The ‘how’ is left up to the much more imaginative forces in my life.
I tend to think of this process as opening up a gigantic menu and placing my order with the waiter of the Universe. I don’t have to worry about gathering the ingredients, knowing the recipe, putting it all together and serving it up with style. All I have to do is to know that something wonderful is on its way!
Here are my themes for 2014;
Over the past two months of blogging, I have Adored the Avocado, waxed poetic about Key Lime Love and revealed the Magic of Mince. Now, for my last blog post of 2013, I am turning my attention to my all-time favourite fruit; the zesty, wonderful and spectacularly versatile lemon.
When I first started making raw desserts three years ago, the first dessert I tackled was the Raw Chocolate Mousse Pie. I must have made that recipe dozens of times. I took it to every party, made it at the cottage and even had hungry teenagers coming to my house after school for a decadent slice (before heading off to McDonald’s…oh dear!)
It wasn’t long before I started looking at other raw dessert options and, as a die-hard-lemon-lover, the next stop on my raw dessert journey was a Raw Lemon Cheesecake. I did not have to look far to find loads of delicious and intriguing recipes. As with all my raw desserts, I experiment with and combine my favourite recipes until the recipe comes out just the way I want it to.
And this one gets rave reviews!
When I awakened this morning to a beautiful wintry wonderland, I decided to celebrate the last day of a wonderful and prosperous 2013 with a Raw Lemon Cheesecake. Before sharing the recipe I have to share the most important, and most recently acquired, kitchen tool in my collection. It is my Microplane Gourmet grater. Zesting the lemons for this recipe has always been somewhat of a chore with my IKEA grater. Now, zesting is my favourite part because it is so easy. Sometimes I wish I needed more than three tablespoons of zest because I get carried away. If you don’t already have a Microplane in your kitchen arsenal- get one!
As I write, my Raw Lemon Cheesecake is setting patiently in my chilly refrigerator. After writing this lemon-loving post I am seriously wondering whether I might just dip into it before the Filet Mignon, Portobello mushrooms and the rich red wine. Perhaps I will lean into the age-old adage of life being short and eating dessert first.
Melt the coconut oil gently. Mix all the ingredients together in a bowl and then slowly add the melted coconut oil. Press into a pie plate and chill for at least an hour.
To make the cheese, blend the cashews, lemon, honey, coconut oil, vanilla/vanilla bean, and sea salt. Blend until smooth and adjust to taste. (For the best results you need to use a high speed blender!)
Pour mixture on top of the “crust” and carefully tap the pan on the counter to release any air bubbles.
Refrigerate for at least 3 hours before serving. Best if chilled overnight.