I saw a tweet the other day which referred to ‘nourishment’. The tweet itself was about food but I realised – for me – nourishment is about far more than food.
I daren’t hope my binge-eating days are behind me, but I can’t help but wonder if I have less cause to do so now that I’ve dumped some of the toxic stuff from my life. (And I don’t just mean work!)
I recently re-read Julia Cameron’s The Writing Diet, and – although I had some issues with the book – I most-definitely nodded at the concept that some of us eat because there’s a sense that our creativity is thwarted, or life stifled, in some way.
I used to wonder, “When does the fun start?” as I plodded through my daily existence. I often pondered over the point of it all.
I told everyone who’d listen of my plans to be cryogenically frozen. When they’d ask why I’d explain that THIS life hasn’t turned out the way I’ve wanted it to. Perhaps next time around there’ll be less obsessing about my weight and body, more pursuit of my dreams; and a partner or husband for 50 years or just 5, would also be nice.
I almost solely relied on books or television in addition to food for nourishment in my previous life. Whereas now it’s all around me. I look out the window and see the ocean, just metres away and find myself sighing contentedly, amazed at the world’s beauty. I wake each morning without the threat of work hanging over me and breathe a sigh of relief. And I can see friends or family whenever I want and talk about stuff that really matters.
I know it won’t always be like this (and I’ve already talked about needing to find a job – soon). But this is enough. For now.
Where do you find nourishment?