Quod me nutrit, me destruit

I like Angelina Jolie.

There I said it.

I know she's not well liked amongst most humans that have vagina's but I don't care. Yes, I know she broke up a marriage. But it wasn't just her. It usually takes two people, even three to break up a marriage. I don't judge.

What I like about Ms. Jolie is her brazen attitude towards life, love, and the industry she calls home. She kicks ass, takes names, and still manages to gives a damn about humanity. I also think she is crazy beautiful and her tattoos make me wish I thought mine out a little better.

What has always stuck with me about her is the giant black tattoo splashed across her stomach that reads "Quod me nutrit, me destruit" translated to "what nourishes, destroys me."

The past 2 months have been insanely difficult and the quote inked on Ms. Jolie's falt belly has kept poping up in the back of my mind. The Chef and I have been facing some awful times stemming from what we have chosen to do with our lives aka the restaurants. We have faced greed and liars, back stabbers and people who ultimately don't believe in what the Chef does. 

It has destroyed us.

We have lost our faith in many people that we once held very dear. We have been forced to make choices that we never thought we would have to make. We have cried together and we have questioned our future. There has been a cloud sadness over our home. Life has not been fun nor has it been pretty.

Yesterday at 11:58 am I had a revelation. I was done being sad. I was over wasting my energy on people who obviously don't care about us. It was such strange feeling. I was sitting in my car as the gas pumped and I just knew that I was done with it all. It was like this weight of sadness, pain, and anger had be lifted from around my neck. I could breathe again.

I was strong again.

Our life is consumed by what we do. It nourishes and it can destroy us.