My Unofficial Rewelcoming into the Universe
I didn’t hear the expression, “the cobbler’s children go unshod,” until I was in my mid-twenties and by that time my shoes were so worn down that I was well on my way to losing the only thing that was keeping me protected from the bare ground. Over the years that passed after hearing the expression for the first time, I’ve amazed myself at the number of times this expression lends itself as a valuable modern day lesson in life. Although, I often find myself saying something like, “the shoemaker’s children have the worst shoes,” the relevance stands: the more energy we spend pleasing and helping others in our personal and professional lives, the less time and energy that we may have to tend to our own needs and best interests.
This website and my hesitation in launching it are perfect examples. Of course, there is much more to it than just time and energy and my ability to look out for my own best interests. There are barriers to entry when it comes to web design, especially being a perfectionist with lack lustre programming skills. That being said, I have spent countless hours of free time researching and learning techniques and skills that I’ve applied in my employments and friendships, while not feeling driven to get a simple website up for myself.
So here we are, years in the making and countless fractured, fragmented; sweat, blood and tear bedraggled hours later. Here is the very first version of trevorellestad.com. Here is the first blog entry that is more self serving and satisfying than much I’ve written lately and I’m sure I’ll be the only one who reads it. Here is my brand new pair of shoes – not the sleekest, not the shiniest, not even the most functional, but they’ll certainly do. And something tells me they’ll start to look better the more that I wear them.
Trevor Ellestad is a writer, an herbalist, and an ex-yoga teacher who spends his days creating plant-based magic at Vega. Trevor keeps a tidy home with his partner and their as of yet un-named spider monkey of a kitty cat in Vancouver, BC. At night, Trevor likes to surround himself with plants and obsess over the seemingly simple lives of cats and robots.