It's what I do that both makes me happy and makes me money. I want to believe that it's what I am meant to do, but what was all the Philosophy bullshit then? Was it bullshit?
Many years ago on a planet far far away, I was a Philosophy major. Just muddling through, accepting Sartre at face value and struggling with Nietzsche like everyone else. We all loved Plato, we listened to Aquinas and Augustine, we pondered Kierkegaard and Kant, and struggled with Nietzsche. It was easy to stand out. One professor stated years later that I was unable to be satisfied (question after question after question...). Luckily, my husband refused to heed the warning and married me anyway.
And so the world goes around. Every day. And the more food I make, the more centered I become. I found a calling in feeding people, how does that marry with my previous self? Why did I choose food that is so unlike my ancestral sources?
Why are so many people in Russia reading this blog and not commenting? And the world spins around...
