Wednesday 27th, March 2019 11:16:21: AM, Cooloring Book.
As much as I don’t like to admit it, food is the weak link in my self-care practice. I don’t have a horrible diet, but having grown up with a mother who packed me cucumber and sprout sandwiches for lunch, I just have an “I eat healthy” point-of-view that isn’t exactly true. I haven’t fully connected what food does for my body, but I’m making my way there. I’m lucky enough to have met Heather Crosby, a creative entrepreneur who has embraced the responsibility of being accountable for her own health after years of being told she’d be on medication for the rest of her life.
One of my favorite aspects of Heather’s work and approach is her respect for bio-individuality and the fact she even addresses that on her website and in her books. It reminds me of the gentle notes in guided meditations where you acknowledge that it’s natural for your mind to wander, just come back to the breath when you realize you’re thinking about work. Following someone like Heather, who acknowledges that we all come to the table with different habits, beliefs, traditions, and dietary needs, makes me feel okay when I enjoy the comfort food my grandmother made. I know I can always come back to my kale salad without any guilt and with an overall commitment to a primarily plant-based diet. Today, Heather shares some of her story and self-care routines
I decided that I wanted to go to “a city” when I received my degree in graphic design at a university in West Virginia. My senior year, I went to Chicago for a wedding, fell in love with it, and when I returned to school, got to work contacting the most respected design firms in Chicago. Eventually, I landed a 3-day-a-week contract gig for 3 months at a small boutique firm. I sold my truck, packed up my kitties, and used 80% of what was in my bank account to rent a small apartment in Chicago. From that point forward, momentum snowballed and over the course of 16 years, I was able to work for many of the firms I’d long admired.
One of those firms in particular was my ultimate, but infamous for culturally being “a sweatshop.” I spent years working until 11pm, sometimes 2am, under tremendous pressure on incredible projects. That schedule plus poor eating habits eventually caught up with me. Simply, I got sick.