It occurred to me recently that I am living a largely theoretical life.
So in my last post in this series, I left off at the point where I was a complacent vegan who felt “pretty good” about my choices from an ethical and a nutritional standpoint, and was more or less satisfied with my diet for the time being.
Then, gradually, I lost my passion for veganism.
Now, I was never one of those street-corner supporters, denouncing the evils of flesh food to anyone who would listen (ok, maybe in my head, tho).
From the start, I had been quietly passionate about lessening animal cruelty and helping the environment–and being vegan was the most tangible way I thought that I could effect positive change.
Somewhere along the line, I lost passion for most other things in my life, as well. I was in the grips of a deep depression.