I’ve noticed over the past month or so the struggle I’ve been having to write my blog posts. I would find myself digging down deep for inspiration, something, anything to help the words flow…but would come up with nothing. When I first noticed the change I started to panic thinking that this was it, I’m done. My entire blog and what I strive to share, my passion for life, was gone. How would I continue if my waterfall of thoughts on love, life, happiness, sadness, bumps in the road, all of it, had run dry? My almost two year run of The Happy Hungry Yogi had come to it’s finale. And I had failed.
Or so I thought…
A few days ago I went back to re-read some of my older posts looking for a sort of spark to help me write. As I sat there, eyes trailing over the entries I realized how foreign the words, my words, felt. Then it occurred to me, not only had I been writing to inspire others but I had also been writing to inspire myself. It’s as if by transferring MY own thoughts into something more tangible, like a blog post, even I might just believe it. Who would have thought that I had been the one who was seeking the very kind of love, happiness and peace I’ve been wanting others to believe in all along. I had been in search of the very same strength and hope I’ve been passing on via this blog.
It was while I was reading those previous posts that it occurred to me the struggle I had been dealing with internally. The constant battle between what I needed, what I wanted, what was right and what was wrong for me. The challenges of growing into who I was becoming. The ever constant reminder there IS a reason for hope. Then, jumping forward to the now I understand that my inability to find the words isn’t because I have failed as a writer but rather I am no longer in search of the very things I had once been verbalizing. As if now I actually truly do believe in the things I preached. Admitting this to myself and to you is a little awkward, like I’m standing naked in front of a crowd feeling both vulnerable and uncomfortable at the very same time. Yet, being that kind of vulnerable is what makes us human. I’m human. I’m flawed, have my moments of insecurity all while continuing to grow into someone who’s comfortable in their own skin both physically and emotionally…and I will never stop that kind of growing. I take those previous entries not as lies to myself or to you but as a reminder that we all do struggle internally at times and it’s okay to need a little bit of reassurance even if it does come from within.
So here I am, with what may seem like a loss of inspiration yet it’s within my own inspiring words that I’ve helped ME to become whole. I’ve anything but failed at this. In fact, I’ve done the very thing I’ve set out to do. Be inspirational.
There’s no shortage of inspiration here! This delicious (and SIMPLE) salad full of lemon, garlic and all the goodness of crisp kale and creamy avocado is what dreams are made of…if anyone actually dreams about salads…
Lemony Kale Salad with Chicken and Avocado
Serves:2/ Prep time: 15 minutes
- 4 c kale, roughly chopped
- 2 tbsp avocado oil
- 2 tbsp fresh squeezed lemon juice
- 1 tsp garlic powder
- sea salt and pepper to taste
- 8 oz chicken breast, pre-cooked and diced
- 1/2 c red onion, sliced thin
- 1/2 c avocado, diced
- 2 tbsp roasted pepitas
- In a large bowl combine the kale, avocado oil, lemon juice, garlic powder, sea salt and pepper and gently massage with hands to soften kale (about one minute).
- Optional step: I prefer onions slightly cooked as I’m not a big fan of them raw so you can lightly sauté the onion in a small fry pan over medium-low heat with a little additional avocado oil until slightly soft (about 3 minutes).
- Add the chicken, onions and avocado to the kale and toss to combine.
- Divide salad in half and plate. Top with pepitas and additional lemon slices to serve.
Nutrition (per serving): 413 calories, 18g carbs, 25g fat, 33g protein, 1g sugar