I've kind of gotten into Kombucha. I'm sitting at my "mother's desk" in my new house, sipping on Kombucha wondering where the heck to start after taking such a lengthy hiatus. I keep staring at my drink, hoping it will bring me inspiration, the words on which to build a castle. I guess, I'll go with it. So, Kombucha. This one is called Guava Goddess. I originally bought it because it is a really pretty shade of pink. Kombucha is basically an effervescent fermentation of sweetened tea. According to wikipedia it is, "a symbiotic colony of bacteria and yeast." I mean, did you ever know of a happier marriage than that of bacteria and yeast? It tastes a little like weak vinegar, slightly stale and bubbly flavored vinegar. I thought if it were a fun color it might help me gag it down. I'm really selling you on this, aren't I? Did I mention it is GOOD FOR YOU? During the Chinese Qin Dynasty it was hailed as, "a beverage with magical powers enabling people to live forever." Well, hells bells, for $4.69 at Whole Foods you can buy the Elixir of Life, health in a hippy dippy marketed glass bottle. I mean, duh. Of course I'm kind of into Kombucha. To steal a line from Sydney Carton, the last year of my life has been the best of times and the worst of times. Adam and I bought our first house. I love it, and our new community, so much I still feel like I'm dreaming. I earned a promotion. My daughters, oh my daughters - can't even go there. They are amazing little pixies. The good wins, it completely dominates but there have been lows. And I'm not just referring to my acquired taste for bacteria and yeast. There are times I'd like to sweep away, just pretend they didn't happen. I wish desperately I could just brush all the pounds that I gained back under some chevron patterned rug, hidden from the world like dust bunnies and shed dog hair. Home Depot doesn't sell brooms that slick. And it is sad. Admitting it is sadder. Because I know I don't have to admit it. I wear it, I literally can't hide it or pretend it away. I am not quite to my heaviest weight, but I'm close. Sigh. So there it is, although, I know you already knew. Here is the thing, the unexpected thing I can't believe that I actually believe. I am not a failure. I may have failed at something. But that one failure does not define me. I am a Guava Goddess - an enlightened, self loving fool. I figure if an ancient Chinese Qin Dynasty tea can make a comeback, why can't I?