I, Liv Young, have an old soul, something I've realized for quite some time and was recently confirmed by a random psychic on 7th avenue who also told me I've lived many lives. Makes sense. I can fall asleep anytime after 7pm. i have the alcohol tolerance of a 14 year old. i adore the smell of pipe smoke, the sounds of soulful jazz, engaging in super intense conversation, and watching movies that make me cry. old soul or young soul, i like soul. i look for it everywhere i go; in the interactions I have, connections i make and conversations i share. So, in terms of past lives, I have lived many and often experience deja vu or the feeling of a repeated experience. Blessed with the memory of an elephant, I tend to forgive but never forget.
There is no doubt that I previously lived as a caveman or part of a native tribe. This notion is not only due to my tendency to sit Indian style always (even on bar stools) but more so connected to my eating habits in particular. i believe eating should be sensory and sensual as a matter of fact. i first eat with my eyes, smell before i taste and then allow all my senses to be engaged while i consume slowly and most often with my hands (when appropriate).
i am a bottom feeder. i enjoy the weirder things and i am sure to leave nothing spared, in dining of course. like shrimp, for instance: Id rather give you the shrimp and eat the crispy fried tail and suck the brains out of the head, sans eyeballs. I like the drippings at the bottom of the pan and the chicken wing tips. I like the chocolate chips that cooked out of the cookies. And the grease and crumbs left at the bottom of the baking sheet once the hot cookies have been peeled off of the wax paper. best though is when one or two of those cookies didn’t bake thru and got caught mid wax paper peel off, leaving a gooey half cookie center behind. I will eat that instead of the actual crisp cookie, and ill eat it with my hands.
I eat salad like a savage and gnaw on the aged rib eye bone after you've finished your steak. I eat cans of oil soaked sardines, and save the oil for tomorrow's vinaigrette (mixed with Maille country dijon + fresh lemon juice + cracked pepper) served over velvety Boston lettuce or as a dip for GG’s crackers.
Beyond food, my tribal tendencies extend to my warrior type go get ‘em attitude. I believe in pushing myself to the edge and challenging mind, body, spirit daily. I don’t believe in the word no, I am hella competitive, and 100% believe that possibility, perseverance and a little bit of magic propels life - at least mine. And if I can run there, I will. Even if it is a 3 miler pre warrior fitness bootcamp or tonehouse, like this morning. All in all, this is how I #livyoung...even as an old soul.
So, how many lives have you lived? And if you could come back anywhere or as anything, what or where would it be? Food for thought...