I don't normally get emotional over celebrity deaths.. I may re-share some because they are tragic....or my outspoken views on mental health...but I absolutely adored this man. He was amazing as a person, and lord knows how many time I joked with my friends and family about wanting his life. He traveled the world and connected with so many different people and cultures.
Through his amazing story telling..He showed showed Americans that they needn't fear people who live in different countries because their cultures may be different. He connected with people through food. He was not afriad to try new things. He had such a light and vibe about him. The type of person you'd want to be around and just talk to for hours.
He made so many people happy. His show in a lot of ways helped me through my grief. My lowest times in the past couple of years. Watching him visit all those beautiful places thinking ok, before I die... I would to see this, I would like to experience this.. I want to do this... THIS... this is what life is about...Watching his shows and documentaries gave me joy... so just... hearing this... It's like a punch to the gut.
Anthony Bourdain inspired me to see the world, to be unafraid of what I found unfamiliar, and to find love in food and friendship.
I get a little tired of people who assume that just because you have kids, you are automatically completely uncool, and that all your time is spent wiping babies from head to toe, giving spit baths, criticizing their every move, volunteering for PTA, blogging in your spare time, clipping coupons before crock potting a pot roast, ironing the clothes, bleaching the whites, mopping the floors, harvesting your eggs, sewing for your etsy shop, scrapbooking the little things, taking pictures of everything they do, saving for college, reading Dr. Suess, socializing at the bus stop, sweeping the floor, laughing over coffee with your jogging stroller, wearing your birkenstocks and listening to Baby Einstein.
Just because I DO THESE THINGS OCCASIONALLY.
Does not mean for one second that sometimes I don’t just want to be a kick ass girl with streaks in her hair, a ring in her nose, a tattoo on her arm, concert tickets in her purse, vodka in her fridge, a leather mini-skirt in her closet, her best single friends and a standing reservation for Las Vegas once a year with a don’t ask don’t tell policy, and the desire to just once be seen as more than the mother of 5 kids. Sometimes I just want to be seen as a “Maggie”. A “Maggie” with an extremely adorable set of children… (I joke, but sometimes it's hard to over come labels. )