Every now and then, nostalgia hits me like a cannon ball aimed at my gut, and I unsuccessfully remind myself to get a grip before I am consumed by tears.
This happened quite often last year. A lot of things changed in my life, but it seemed that my 'life' wasn't going anywhere. People changed, situations changed, but I felt stranded, rooted to one spot as I helplessly watched everything and everyone else carry on, while I barely managed to cling on to a hope that things would get better.
One thing good about change in circumstance, you gain experience. And man, did I experience a lot in the past year! That's probably the reason why I haven't been blogging much. So to the readers who kept regular tabs on Wandering Nomad, I do apologise for not being punctual.
With so much changing, I am truly grateful for the few constants in my life. And this post is dedicated to one special 'constant', for being a mighty pillar of support in my weakest and darkest times. Knowing you were there, helped me through. And I can't thank God enough for placing you in my life!
Now you, reader, may ask, "What's with the funny title? Avocado milkshake, what's that about?" I'll explain. It does involve a real avocado milkshake. Go figure.
The Avocado, also known as Alligator Pear or 'Butter Fruit', in the common vernacular where I stay, is a large berry (yeah, berry! I'm surprised too!) that contains a single seed. It's green-skinned. The fleshy body may be pear-shaped, egg-shaped or spherical. It's rich in Vitamins B and K, as well as C, E and potassium. Consumption of avocados have proven to lower blood cholesterol. I could care less about its health benefits. I just copied that information off of Wikipedia just to add another paragraph to this post.
Eaten raw, the most common use of avocado is as the base for guacamole. However, I love my avocados in the form of a milkshake.
One very memorable night, last year, I was sipping on a deliciously refreshing avocado milkshake, while trying to cram as much information as I could for an exam the very next day. Why was the night memorable? Well, who doesn't get excited the night before ones birthday?! However, my excitement quickly turned to anxiety and panic at the prospect of a looming exam just few hours away. Suddenly hit with a sense of deprivation and melancholy, my brain processed this bizarre blend of negative emotions as losing and never again seeing this constant. And if you follow my train of thought, yes, down poured the tears into my avocado milkshake. At this point, I didn't care about its potentially altered taste. I focused on making sure my constant was real and never going away.
Here, you may think, "Man, you seem like a needy person! What's wrong with you?" Maybe I was that night, but cut me some slack, I'm spilling my guts out here! Fortunately, my constant was a lot more understanding and calmed me down with a few simple words.
"...smile....it'll help you stop crying."
Looking back, I've never had an avocado milkshake since then, not because of what happened, but because the thought never occurred to me, to have another one.
I suppose we all spill tears into our avocado milkshakes (or strawberry, or banana... whatever you prefer to call it). I still spill tears into my own proverbial milkshake. The only difference is, they are now tears of joy and wonderment. How could I be so lucky? I don't know the answer to that question.
I do hope that you, reader, have a few constants of your own, who see you as you are, and love you for it, flaws and all. If you do, you are blessed. They are keepers!
This happened quite often last year. A lot of things changed in my life, but it seemed that my 'life' wasn't going anywhere. People changed, situations changed, but I felt stranded, rooted to one spot as I helplessly watched everything and everyone else carry on, while I barely managed to cling on to a hope that things would get better.
One thing good about change in circumstance, you gain experience. And man, did I experience a lot in the past year! That's probably the reason why I haven't been blogging much. So to the readers who kept regular tabs on Wandering Nomad, I do apologise for not being punctual.
With so much changing, I am truly grateful for the few constants in my life. And this post is dedicated to one special 'constant', for being a mighty pillar of support in my weakest and darkest times. Knowing you were there, helped me through. And I can't thank God enough for placing you in my life!
Now you, reader, may ask, "What's with the funny title? Avocado milkshake, what's that about?" I'll explain. It does involve a real avocado milkshake. Go figure.
The Avocado, also known as Alligator Pear or 'Butter Fruit', in the common vernacular where I stay, is a large berry (yeah, berry! I'm surprised too!) that contains a single seed. It's green-skinned. The fleshy body may be pear-shaped, egg-shaped or spherical. It's rich in Vitamins B and K, as well as C, E and potassium. Consumption of avocados have proven to lower blood cholesterol. I could care less about its health benefits. I just copied that information off of Wikipedia just to add another paragraph to this post.
Eaten raw, the most common use of avocado is as the base for guacamole. However, I love my avocados in the form of a milkshake.
One very memorable night, last year, I was sipping on a deliciously refreshing avocado milkshake, while trying to cram as much information as I could for an exam the very next day. Why was the night memorable? Well, who doesn't get excited the night before ones birthday?! However, my excitement quickly turned to anxiety and panic at the prospect of a looming exam just few hours away. Suddenly hit with a sense of deprivation and melancholy, my brain processed this bizarre blend of negative emotions as losing and never again seeing this constant. And if you follow my train of thought, yes, down poured the tears into my avocado milkshake. At this point, I didn't care about its potentially altered taste. I focused on making sure my constant was real and never going away.
Here, you may think, "Man, you seem like a needy person! What's wrong with you?" Maybe I was that night, but cut me some slack, I'm spilling my guts out here! Fortunately, my constant was a lot more understanding and calmed me down with a few simple words.
"...smile....it'll help you stop crying."
Looking back, I've never had an avocado milkshake since then, not because of what happened, but because the thought never occurred to me, to have another one.
I suppose we all spill tears into our avocado milkshakes (or strawberry, or banana... whatever you prefer to call it). I still spill tears into my own proverbial milkshake. The only difference is, they are now tears of joy and wonderment. How could I be so lucky? I don't know the answer to that question.
I do hope that you, reader, have a few constants of your own, who see you as you are, and love you for it, flaws and all. If you do, you are blessed. They are keepers!
