About two and a half months ago, I met my friend Liza for lunch downtown. We were sitting in a very packed Fresh Vegetarian Restaurant on Bloor Street, having a very healthy lunch. Liza knew that I had been in a bit of a funk then, and we decided to connect to chat. Of course, we spent time talking about all of this work I’m doing, and how at that point, and still to some degree now, I’m feeling a bit sad about it all. Even though I’m experiencing tremendous success, I was feeling sad and a bit dejected at times. I was really struggling with some of the guilt that I was feeling about not being as present in my relationships with friends and family because I was spending so much time at the gym. I was feeling really lost because everything I once knew was no longer certain — the places from which I drew my sense of self (namely my career and my schoolwork) were no longer fulfilling me in the ways they once did. I was becoming a new person with newly found confidence, but feeling like I didn’t have anything keeping me anchored. I was even feeling extremely guilty about not spending as much time with my dog as I should — because I was spending so much time working out and working on ‘me’.
And before I knew it, I was crying into my quinoa. Literally.
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