This blog is not one I intend to make into a place where I share overly personal information. But where the power of kind words from good hearted strangers – and those bloggers I don’t consider so much to be strangers as friends – can and do make this world a little bit happier, I thought I’d at least share this: I’m currently mending a broken heart, and you know what (you probably do)? IT SUCKS BALLS. It’s a strange thing to find yourself listening to the collective songs of a hundred broken hearted souls, and find meaning in them again beyond the pretty tune or a good lyric. Fiona Apple, you get me. And as Desree so wisely put it, “Life, oh life, oh life, oh life! Doo doo doo doo.” It goes on.
My appetite went out the window for a little bit, but luckily for me, I’m clued in on the way of the smoothie (i.e. nutritious pulp that’s easy to swallow, in spite of the lump in your throat… #holdme). So amidst my little melodrama, I thought I’d share my favourite smoothie recipe (and because I’m an artist, I drew the recipe for you in paint. Yeah.).