Its Your Adventure... Last week my family recognized the 15 yr mark of my dads passing. I cant tell you the number of people who reached out, often from the truck, to tell me they too were grieving or have grieved deeply in the past. I continue to be honored that so many of you opened yourselves to me. Thank you. As you might expect, I do a lot of reflecting in September. Perhaps all of us in this state do. Minnesota starts truly changing in these fall months, and that change has a beautiful melancholy about it, reminding me of the passing time. When my dad died, I was eleven. Within the first hours of learning of his death, I was struck by the tenuousness of our lives here on this beautiful planet we call home. How is a person supposed to balance planning for the future and living in the moment? my eleven-year-old self kept asking. Ive continued to ask that question over and over again throughout the years since. This week, MO has given me the answer, though this is not the first time I’m learning this lesson, and will not be the last. But today friends, I know the answer. Its simple: faith. When Ross and I set out to start this food truck, we did so because its an adventure!. This isn’t the first time I’ve told you that its been harder than we expected, as most adventures are. Im also attending grad school, which means any time off I have is spent doing homework or in class. Looking ahead, I know my days will get longer as I start an internship and attend class, all while running a business with my husband. I dont know how I can work harder, but Ive said that numerous times over the last two years, and somehow I always do. Tomorrow Ross and I are leaving for the Boundary Waters, one of my dads favorite places to visit. In fact, years ago my mom, sister, uncle and I took his ashes up on a canoe trip so he could become a part of that which he loved so deeply. I always find a sense of peace in that treasure encapsulating Minnesotas North. The truck makes taking any time off in the spring summer or fall difficult because we only have so many days to make our years salary, and that precious food that takes us so many hours to make, is quite perishable. This trip friends, is a pure act of faith. We are losing money in food, insurance, kitchen rental, and a million other things, but what is life if we are so focused on the future that we forgo enjoying the things we love most in this world right now? So we’re giving it all up with the faith that we will find the ways to pay the bills, find the energy to re-make the food we need to re-make, and that ultimately, this trip will be good for us. Sometimes taking a moment to breath in the middle of our marathon life is all we need to catch our second wind. Life is work. The work doesnt stop unless we give up life. We are constantly confronted with scenarios we never imagined we would have to deal with. (What eleven year old anticipates losing a parent?!) We can sulk and wallow in the “unfairness” of it all, or we can take it for what it is (life) and move forward with the adventure. No adventure worth going on is ever easy, but it’s worth it. Sometimes we just need to pause and breath so we remember. I hope you forgive us for not being out this week friends. We will be back next Tuesday, full of breath and ready to finish the year. As you continue working through this season, I hope you too take a moment to marvel in the changing colors of our home, breath deep, and let that breath fill you up. Reflecting on the past is how we learn; looking ahead to the future gives us hope; and enjoying our moments today gives life meaning. It’s your adventure.
Posted on: Thu, 02 Oct 2014 03:47:59 +0000
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