I live on the Northern Beaches of Sydney, NSW, Australia.
I am approaching my mid 40’s and for the past 20 years I have worked as a psychologist.
I love my job however after running myself into the ground last year and then getting a nasty case of glandular fever, I was forced to take some time off work. The glandular fever messed with my blood pressure, dropping it quite low. My heart rate jumped to compensate so I was diagnosed with POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome). A week in hospital and many tests later I was told I also had post viral fatigue and fibromyalgia. On the upside, the specialists seemed to think that my symptoms were secondary and should fix themselves with time. In the mean time, I take medication to keep my blood pressure up and try to remember that despite how it feels some days, I am going to be ok!
So… after 20 or so years of helping others, I have had to shift the focus to myself.
(Easier said than done people!).
I have always collected cookbooks. I love food.
So I’ve decided it’s time to learn how to cook.
I enjoy it soooo much however I have spent my life in my head. Reading, thinking, teaching, discussing…
Using my hands to make something is so new to me I feel almost giddy with excitement.
My family love the idea but I think more so because they laugh at me in the kitchen.
I drop things, I cut myself a lot, I drop things, I burn myself a lot, I drop things… you get the gist.
Somehow, despite the chaos I create, it all comes together in the end and the sense of satisfaction and pride I feel makes me feel like a little kid.
I find cooking incredibly creative. It doesn’t come easy to me, I need to really concentrate. Hence it forces me out of my head and into the present moment. It is my mindfulness practice. It is my own personal kitchen therapy