Cowspiracy, tattoos, and the need for another damn list.

Well, it’s happened. I have officially co-hosted an event in Atlanta. I never thought that would go down, and to be honest, never had the desire to. But when I learned of the movie “Cowspiracy: The Sustainability Secret”, I knew I had to see it. The only problem was that it wasn’t showing in Atlanta. That’s when Holly (of Veganadian fame) and I decided to put on our big girl panties and bring the movie to us. Turns out that hosting a movie is not the most difficult thing in the world, but selling tickets just may be. I guess I never thought about that aspect, but we got the hustle down and our event was last Thursday. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I greeted people, had to get the event straight with the theater manager, and then was elected by my oh so kind and yet shy co-hosts to make a speech in front of everyone. I was sweating profusely, is what went down. I basically blacked out and said some things that sounded like words and strung them together and then smiled. No clue if it went over well. But that is clearly not the most important part, which is the movie itself. The movie revealed a hidden side to animal agriculture and how it is one of the most protected and secretive aspects of the government and lobbyists. To fix the Earth’s problems, we must first recognize that animal agriculture is the leading problem for pollution, deforestation, obesity, disease, drought, hunger, etc. This movie laid it all out on the line. I think it gave everyone so much to absorb about their place in it all.

The PlantBasedATL Crew.

The PlantBasedATL Crew.

I guess you had to be there.

I guess you had to be there.

Adrienne (cracktheplates.com) and Holly

Adrienne (cracktheplates.com) and Holly

After the movie, we all headed over to Taverna Plaka to eat some yummy Greek food. They even made vegan versions of their spanikopitaki and eggplant dishes for us. How awesome! Seriously, they even gave each person two spinach pies to go. But I took four home cause that’s how I roll.

My beloved dolmas and spinach pies.

My beloved dolmas and spinach pies.

I may or may not have eaten my leftover spinach pies for breakfast on Saturday. (I did).

I may or may not have eaten my leftover spinach pies for breakfast on Saturday. (I did).

As some of you may know, I’m taking a trip to Asheville in November with my best friend Beevy. This shall be the trip amongst trips; we’ve been looking forward to this for ages it seems now. This trip shall include: a lovely stay in the mountains with no internet/cable/phone service (a true blessing in disguise), hot tubs, eating ALL of the foods that Asheville has to offer, window shopping, day hiking, and a possible tattoo. I’ve been wanting a new one for a while (not shocking to anyone that knows me) and I think I’ve decided  on what I want. It turns out that the hardest decision for me is usually where on my body I will get a tattoo. Most of mine are on my back, but I have recently branched out to more visible areas. To be honest, if I could, I would have a full sleeve going. Maybe one day.

Fast forward to today when I was THISCLOSE to calling my chosen tattoo parlor and setting up an appointment for November. This week I have started to feel slightly anxious in general, not really about anything in particular. When that happens to me, I know I need to check my house. Not my physical domicile that I reside in (cause that’s my mom’s house…hi mom!) but more like my body, my mind, my spirit, my heart. My house, ya dig? I did a mental check and I realized that I needed to start making a new list of things to accomplish. You may be wondering: What the shit is up with this lady and lists? And the only way I can explain it is that with a list, I am able to clear my mind, focus my energy, and deal with the alligators closest to the canoe (you can borrow that phrase if you like, it’s a winner). It calms me down. It centers me. When I feel slightly overwhelmed and anxious, I make a list (or a few).

Enter, today’s list:

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If you can’t read that, it says “To Do List…or how to calm the fuck down.” As of right now, I have approximately 15 items on the list. One of them is to get a tattoo in Asheville which has now been crossed off of the list. As soon as I wrote it down, I realized deep down that I wasn’t really ready right now for one, that it just didn’t feel right. To be honest, it hit me that I should probably save that tattoo money for Christmas presents. Ahhhhhh to be a grown person. Responsibility is a bastard, amiright?

My list making today has calmed me down. I also am very very guilty of “burning the candle at both ends”, another phrase I love. I am learning to say no to plans (I’m actually not doing too well at that one). An awesome friend with the cutest dog around (Ni + Beanut) once told me to tell people that I’m busy all weekend and then do nothing. That woman should be nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize or some shiz for that kernel of wisdom! This has also helped me today:

desiderata

and this:

I'm learning the states and capitals and their placement on a map by my next birthday. NERD ALERT.

I’m learning the states and capitals and their placement on a map by my next birthday. NERD ALERT.

and this:

Yes, I have Halloween feet.

Yes, I have Halloween feet.

 

What do you guys do when you’re feeling anxious and overwhelmed?

 

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3 thoughts on “Cowspiracy, tattoos, and the need for another damn list.

  1. It was one of the best nights of mine! Thank you for everything! Love the pics! 😉
    You’re the best, plantbasedATL loves you, and so does this city! We couldn’t have done it without you!
    oxo,
    Holly

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