we’ve all said it. maybe not all of it but definitely some of it.
we’ve recently gone semi-vegetarian in our house (except for Penny, she eats food for cats).
it really all stemmed from our visit to new york, where as two aussies who love their fair share of fresh, healthy food, we really got over the american way of eating. lots of meat, not a lot of green, I-don’t-really-know-where-this-came-from type eating. which, I mean, is totally fine for those people fine with it ha!
us? not really fine with it.
something else that helped us along the way was watching Food Inc and a few other foodie type documentaries. they really opened our eyes to some farming practices that we’re not really ok with. and some food production methods that we’re really not ok with.
so once we got back home, we made a decision to eat responsibly. and that still includes meat. just a lot less than probably what most people eat. and when we do eat meat, eggs and dairy, we like to know where it’s come from. so that we can be sure that the animals nourishing us have had a happy and animal-y life.
as I’m typing this I’ve just yelled out to Matt to get the lamb steaks out of the freezer. how’s that for timing?! but it saturday night. and we’re having our meaty dinner for the week. since it’s summer we’re having delicious lamb kofta with home made tzatziki and a gorgeous cucumber salad.
I don’t like to be preachy about things like this, but I do believe that we all have a choice when it comes to what goes into our bodies, and we should make the best, healthiest choices we can.
So it’s all well and good to say how much of a piece of shit my Plan A is, but a little bit of context would probably help to build a better picture. Begin timeline.
2006 – I’m at uni studying science, living at home with my parents. My parents move to Adelaide, which is the world’s greatest decision for them and as it turns out, me too, because it makes me grow up a fair bit. First step of growing up = realising I needed money if I wanted to stay where I was. So I applied for and was successful in getting a traineeship working in health at a power station near Newcastle.
2007-2009 – I kinda progress onwards and upwards working in health and safety at the same place, where I’m offered the opportunity to go back to uni. Having no strong direction in terms of what I want to do long term, I accept and hit the books.
Late 2009 – I’m bored. So decide to move to the city away from where I’ve spent my entire life, the central coast. The job bit was easy. I take a health and safety role for another electricity company in Sydney. The moving bit? Not so much. I commute for 12 months.
Late 2010 – With my boyfy, who’s recently moved back to Sydney from a year of work on the Gold Coast, we move into our first flat together, in Glebe. I’ve finally left the fishbowl, but I’m still with the same company. I decide it’s time for a change, albeit a slight one, and move from health and safety into a more broad risk management role.
Mid to late 2011 – The overwhelming sense of boredom is upon me once more. And this time, I know it’s not as simple as changing companies. After spending a month overseas in beautiful New York and a few gorgeous days in Boston, well away from work I know I’m ready for my quarter-life-crisis career change.
2012 – The wheels are in motion. I’ve enrolled in a Communications degree. Yep, smashing the books for the third time (lucky?). And so far, loving it. Still not sure what I want to be when I grow up but I’ve decided, while still working in my risk job in the city and plugging away at some study I am actually interested in, that I need an outlet and something to drive my thinking forward. And that’s what this is.
My Plan B : A place where I can talk about future plans, where I can talk about what inspires me, like art and and music and fashion and living and people.
My face :
… Because my Plan A sucks. And I can’t keep going as I am and expect things to change. I need to be the change. I need to make the change.
It’s the start of a new year. So here it is, the beginning of my Plan B hopefully becoming my Plan A.
New beginnings, new passions, new direction. Yes please.