Dear one,
I have a confession to make. I experience blogger paralysis each time I sit down at the keyboard and start typing a post. Hitting the ‘publish’ button makes me break out in a cold sweat.
I imagine the look of disappointment on your face when you find me telling you about the amazing glutenFUL beet pizza crust I recently discovered. Or the new raw chocolate milkshake miracle that is now my favorite go-to breakfast.
I imagine you thinking, “When is she going to stop telling me there is ‘spaciousness in the gray,’ and just tell me how to lose the damn pounds I gained this year?”
I figure you’ve probably heard enough about my dad and the grocery trips I enjoyed in his company or the legacy he left me.
I’m convinced that I have failed as a holistic health counselor because I am one of the few nutritionist ‘experts’ who simply cannot endorse (or endure) the infamous cleanse.
I am afraid to tell you that I no longer drink green juice every morning and that when I do pull out the juicer, I enjoy that drink so much more because it’s no longer a virtuous ‘should.’
I neglect to tell you that there are days, weeks, even months, when comfort food is all that I desire and I know in my heart that when I’m on my death bed I will never say, “Gee, I wish I had chosen the chia seed pudding over the blueberry pie with chocolate ginger crust.”
And, on the days I have to announce the launch of a new program or something as innocuous as, “The shopping cart closes in exactly two weeks,” I just have to close my eyes, press publish … and breathe.
So bear with me here as I battle the demons that show up in my head. I hope you savor every bite you eat this week.
Yours in chocolate shavings,
Sue Ann
P.S. The beet crust pizza was divine. My beloved (white on white) wouldn’t touch it. Pink crust.
P.P.S. Registration is now open for Eat Your Way to Gorgeous. The shopping cart closes in two weeks.
11 thoughts on “Blogger Paralysis and a Summer of Comfort Food”
Love this and love you, Sue Ann. But I never get tired of hearing about your dad. 😉
You are that much more lovable *because* you don’t do cleanses, and because we would all choose blueberries and chocolate over even the best chia pudding. Keep breathing…
ahhhhhhhh my love, Sue Ann. I will never tire of your way, even while I will nudge you towards recognizing how profoundly it gifts me… every time! I have not only not tired of the stories about your father, but been gifted with re-imagining my own stories of blueberries and Alaska Creme Pie, and reclaimed one of the most vital acts in my life… nourishing myself on alllllll levels.
I also never tire of your programs and urge you to continue to invite us in to participate in the journey with you, for without this, I would not take the time and effort to create my new way.
I love and adore you, your work, your stories, your rich offering found in every post. Thank you truly. xoxo
Beautiful! Have been journaling about my own paralysis about shifts I want to make. Thanks for a injection of inspiration. D♥
This is why I’m drawn to you and your work. As I read this blog post…. I breathed. I let out a sigh. My heart just let go. ‘Oh thank god she’s not going to make me only drink green juice and eat chia seed pudding.’ Your teachings gift me spaciousness to have fun. Spaciousness to have comfort food. Spaciousness to eat blueberry pies with chocolate ginger crusts. And yes…. Health is there. As well as alllllll the other beautiful qualities food brings. Comfort. Beauty. Vibrancy. Meals to be shared. Community. I’m so thankful for your viewpoint around food and life. And I do not tire of hearing of your father. It is from these stories that our hearts open and weave with one another.
Thank you Sue Ann for sharing your “humanness”. Your stories of times spent with your Dad warm my heart. I for one will never tire of hearing them.
Here’s to comfort food; more blueberry pie and less cleansing! Your writing is never anything but nourishing, Sue Ann, because you steer away from all the “shoulds”. Reminds me as well to stop fixating and waffling about my own editorial calendar.
We all come visit you because we know you’re going to give it to us straight — no condescending lectures or ‘shoulds’ as Cathy mentioned. You talk about whatever you wish to – your dad, yummy sounding milkshakes and crusts, and spaciousness. You kiss and hug those demons in your head and continue to breathe 🙂
Sue Ann-with a Master’s in Multitasking, yours is the only blog I read, and our community is the only one I participate in, be it only 1-2 times/quarter. So please know that you need to kick booty to those demons, they are oh-so wrong. However I must say those demons create a beautiful transparency in you that draws us in closer. So perhaps those demons aren’t so bad after all. In either case, just continue to be the beautiful luscious nourishment oficianado in our lives. We all love you, and all those little ways that are uniquely you 🙂
The Palisade Peaches just started coming in here. I’m making a shake for breakfast. Peaches, bananas and …I know you’ll hate the lack of “joy” … soy milk.
It’s so healing to hear how you deal with grief by feeding yourself and the world.
It makes me curious about all of my nourishment.
YOU are comfort food for me Sue Ann and in the best way possible!
Love hearing about your Dad, don´t stop writing about him – he so much reminds me of my own Dad.
And speaking of heritage, mine is not Italian but French-Belgian 🙂
Love,
Carina