Champagne Wishes and Caviar Dreams

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Earlier this week I wrote a post entitled, Now Accepting Applications for Dance Partners. The entry was about the things I want out of any and all future intimate relationships in my life. I shared my wishes for myself on things like marriage and children. And was just shy of stating, exceptions need not apply.

Trust me, I am fully aware that when I choose to place my thoughts and opinions on the interwebs, I know that some people will relate to me and others will not agree. And I am always 100% okay with that anytime I put myself out there whether it be in real life or on the web.

But then I stumbled on a comment regarding my beliefs that read, “Horrible way to live. Just saying.” My immediate reaction was to throw down a ‘I don’t judge your 2.3 kids, a dog and a minivan lifestyle’ post. Instead I sat and festered on it for twenty four hours or so.

At the beginning of 2012, I eliminated gluten and dairy from my diet. This was conscious decision and choice that I made for myself. Just like my lifestyle is my declaration to myself.

Upon hearing about my change in the way I approached food, most people react with, “Are you fucking nuts?” or “Aren’t you going to miss beer and cheese?” And at first I thought I was and would. Craft beer is one of my favorite things, and cheese is basically the eighth wonder of the world.

But guess what, kids! I do not feel deprived of any of the cuisine and cocktails I adore with this latest modification. Instead I view it as a way to expand my horizons and culinary experiences.

High end vodka and club soda are my new jam. I am learning the in’s and out’s of distilling and educating myself on the perfect martini.

Not to mention that last night I whipped up a batch of cinnamon vanilla chia seed pudding. What the hell is a chia seed, you ask? The funny thing is that I did not even know myself until a few days ago. But this morning my breakfast was a bomb diggity seed of a flowering mint family plant pudding. Look, now you learned something too.

So just like my diet, my choice of how I want to live my life is not a matter of depervation or missing out on the expected things in life. It is about all the great adventures that I am fortunate enough to experience.

I get to do irresponsible things like jumping out airplanes, meeting strangers for coffee, selling everything I own and moving 2,600 miles at the drop of a hat, twice and decorating my arm with a piece of custom artwork.

Photo by Alex Empty

In no way do I deem myself as living in a nightmare. Instead I am abiding by my vision of a perfect life for me. So if a long white dress and a white picket fence are what you aspire, then by all means fulfill your ‘champagne wishes and caviar dreams.’