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“The world is going to end and I’ll never get my book written in time to save it!” That was the crazy thought I had last night at 1am while riding home on BART. Suddenly, my heart raced, breathing quickened, stomach churned, and I started to sweat. I tried taking slow, deep breaths, but that didn’t help. I scrunched down in my seat, afraid my fellow passengers would think I was crazy or wasted, or that BART police were going to come through and toss me off the train for being inebriated. Which I wasn’t.
Why am I telling you this? Because sometimes all the news about plastic pollution and research and blogging and worrying about writing the Fake Plastic Fish book can throw me into my head, where I get trapped into spiraling negative thoughts. And when that happens the only thing to do is concentrate on the physical moment, breathe, ride it out, and when I get a chance, eat.
This morning I woke up, and instead of heading straight for the computer, I calmed myself with a beautiful plastic-free breakfast.
Oatmeal, homemade almond milk, chopped almonds, maple syrup, fresh nectarines, loose green tea… all ingredients bought from bulk bins and farmers markets. Nothing processed (except by me.) Nothing packaged.
Sometimes I have to remind myself to eat breakfast. This kind of food doesn’t take long to make, and it centers me back into the world that I love — my reason for doing what I do in the first place.
Did you remember to eat this morning?
