For a long time now, it has been a goal of mine to write a book. For a lot of that time, I wanted to write a cookbook. Share my recipes with the world, in hardback, on bookshelves and empower people with a favourite concept of mine, food as medicine. I’ve collected cookbooks for about 8 years now, spending hours pouring over them, devouring the words and pictures as I would a comforting meal. They filled me up, empowered me, inspired me. And the feeling, that powerful feeling, was something I wanted to give to someone else.
While real food, cooking, nutrition and food as medicine remain a deep passion of mine, the last year of my life has seen a shift in their value, slightly, in favour of inspiring self-empowerment within myself and others.
I have also realised the power that writing has over me. It’s a natural thing: I want to write, I have to write, I LOVE to write! The more writing I do, the more I want to do. For some reason, I never believed that writing, more than a recipe here and there, could be something I would make a living out of. I guess, I never thought that what I had to say was that different to any other person in the world, and I never thought my story telling abilities were that good. Yet, I always loved to write. It excited me when we were assigned journal writing pieces in high school. I would get them written so quickly, with hardly any editing along the way, and I loved reading and re-reading them when I finished. It was as if the piece was already formed and I was somehow the vehicle to get it out onto the page. It always felt awesome.
When I wrote these pieces, I just thought of them as inside jokes, sharing them mostly with my close friend, Trudy, laughing dorkily at the silly crap we’d both come up with. Part of me has always felt the desire to tell my story, with another part dismissing the importance/entertainment/relevance of it all.
I’ve recently realised that this part of me, that I’ve ignored for so long, is a part I want to embrace. It can be a creative outlet for me, something I’ve yearned for for a very long time.
So with this in mind, and months of soul searching, I figured out what I want to do, and I haven’t felt so inspired each day for such a long time:
I want to write a book.
I want to write a book that encompasses all of my passions; nutrition and cooking are certainly up there, but so is the empowerment of women, the realisation that wellness isn’t just about food and exercise, and the fostering of good mental health and self-esteem for everyone.