Over the weekend, we went to see the JOBS movie. The movie was great, however unsatisfying. The movie offered an account of Steve Jobs career as it related to the startup of Apple. It was almost as if the movie could have ben called “Apple” instead of “Jobs”. What disappointed me is that the movie did not expose the personal life of Steve Jobs.There were a few moments when I thought the movie would display the emotion that Steve Jobs felt during some of the life changing human interactions he experienced it, but after only skimming the surface, those moments would end. There were many questions unanswered about what a genius like Steve does when he is at home. I know he lived a very unique life and that is what I was hoping to learn more about in the movie. you know who else I wanted to know more about? Steve Wozniak.
Not many of us on this earth will have movies and books written about us after we die. If we want our story to be told, we have the opportunity to do it while we are alive, and make it available for the world to see. My buddy Sean (and his crew) recently developed an iPhone app, StoryApp that allows the user to tell their story. The blogging platform is another way for users to tell their stories, which is what I how chosen to tell my stories. (I use StoryApp too, it’s badass)
The reason I want to tell my story so bad is because I have strong influencers and beliefs that I know will enhance peoples lives if they choose to hear me out and take part in what I’ve taken part in. It is no secret that since the day I read the book Skinny Bitch, food became one of my number one influencers. Food & eating influence my how I spend my money, the conversations that I have with people, where I choose to travel, among many other things. I booked a trip to the Waterfall Villas in Costa Rica solely based on a review I read about the food available there.
I had a conversation with my mother last week and during that conversation I was shocked at what came out of my mouth. I was shocked, but I wasn’t shocked – my thoughts were premeditated and I meant what I said. I said to her: “I know how you are going to die, It will be cancer.” I’m not sure how she felt after I said that to her, but she responded with something like: “I know I need to give up the diet soda”. And then I said it again: “It is going to kill you.”
My mom may or may not have the same belief that I do but I hope to someday help her see what I can see. If I keep telling my story, and sharing my beliefs, those who read my story will eventually find something that they can relate to. My motivation is found through hearing the story of a person who made a life change based on a story I told them.
Yesterday I received a text from my mother-in-law to tell me about a life changing moment she had experienced. This woman who has been drinking soda every day for years hadn’t had a soda in over a week. While at work, she broke down and opened up a can but after taking just a few sips she decided to dump the rest out. She immediately sent me a message to tell me what she had done – she knew I would be proud of her, and I was. THAT is the kind of story I like to hear.
Stories that serve people. I have lived in my current location for almost a year now and I just recently found a sense of community with a group of yogis who attend the same yoga classes that I do. I have become fond of one teacher in particular because I am drawn to her style, her voice, and her flow. The first class I took of hers, she asked my name, and she is the one who invited me to be a part of the community. Every time I take her class, I walk out with a new perspective on life. Through yoga, she is teaching me important life lessons.
During class today (in which she was a student, not the teacher), I found myself wondering about her. Where does she live? Is she married? What is her family like? How did she get involved with yoga? Does she have a full-time job? Or has she dedicated her life to yoga? You see, I trust this woman to offer me life recommendations and in order to enhance my learning, understanding, and my practice I would like to get to know more about her and her journey.
Originally, I labeled this blog a food blog even though I decided that I don’t appreciate labeling. I take it back. This is my life in a blog. I might talk about food often because it deeply affects my daily life, but I might choose to talk about traveling, or gardening, or some gadget that I found that I think other people could benefit from having. I’m not sharing just to share, I share in hopes that you can relate with me and benefit from the stories that I have to share.
Blogging can be some what like a full time job and I hope to turn it in to my full time job some day. I spend countless hours working on blog posts, taking photos, and most recently designing my blog to make it look more attractive and user-friendly for two reasons: 1. Attractively display my stories. 2. Create a home/space to invite my friends to.
I’d also like to invite my friends to share their stories on peace. love. quinoa. There are many amazing people in my life whose story I know needs to be heard like my girfriend who has lost 60+ pounds by giving up junky food, I have a friend who is an expert at meditation, and a friend who has beat Crohn’s Disease by changing her diet. This is real life and these are real people and they are the people who inspire me on a daily basis.
So I welcome you, my friend. Welcome to my home. Welcome to the space that I spend a lot of time in. I do it for you, I do it for me. I do it because I enjoy it and I am obsessed with it.
A penny for my thoughts, oh, no, I’ll sell ’em for a dollar
They’re worth so much more after I’m a goner
And maybe then you’ll hear the words I been singin’
//the band perry//