Losing Bourdain

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I started watching Anthony Bourdain in No Reservations when I was a teenager. He had a wit about him, and an elegant but no nonsense means of writing about the world. He sucked me into his journeys in Ireland or Kenya and he did everything from drinking cow’s blood in Kenya to vegetarian dishes in India with humor, grace, and intelligence.

Bourdain moved through the world as something of an enigma. He was fully engaged with his location, yet he had a distance, a perspective, an observer’s mind as he met people and filmed a story. He existed in and out of the scene all at once, which made for a compelling look into his mind and craft.

Sure, he condemned vegetarians and Colorado, both which are near to my heart, but I forgave the grumpy uncle figure that could WRITE.


He could WRITE. Bourdain pieced together vignettes that made the viewer stop and think, or day dream, or question their perspective on the world. He spun tales and myths and legend on his own that no one dared question. They were eloquent and smart, thick with descriptors and layers of thought and depth that many of his peers could never match.

I loved watching Bourdain in his element, elbows deep in meat and alcohol, talking with a local chef about the importance of animal innards to make distinct flavors and dishes. Bourdain was a compelling force, a person that could not be tamed or cut down, he just existed, and he shared with the world what that looked like.

“Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life—and travel—leaves marks on you.” 

Writing, because sometimes nothing else makes sense


I’m not the person that always wanted to be a writer. Which is weird considering a large amount of what I do is write. Yet, I wasn’t the kid that always journaled, and I wasn’t the kid that needed to write every day. I’m still not that person.

Instead I was the one that wanted to make a newspaper, the kid that also loved putting on plays and sewing and making dolls. I was thoroughly engrossed in any and everything that just came my way, or was sparked by a TV show.

So writing was just a part of the story. At times I hated it in middle and high school, because it was a chore, and other times I basked in the chance to analyse a book I loved! In College my first year was hard because I was fully unprepared for the type of work that comes with academic writing.Yet, here I am in 2016 with an MA in International Journalism, and to get there I did A LOT of writing over the last five years.

Today I write my blog(s) and tomorrow I might work on one of five novels kicking up dirt in my head. Right now I’m just enjoying the sensation of letting my thoughts and ideas out of my mind and into the universe.


Rebecca Lee Robinson

Tough Decisions in Pursuing a Dream

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I recently made the hard choice to leave a job that I had bled into for four years.

The decision was a sudden one, but one that I needed to pursue, even if it meant that I wouldn’t have my same comfort level. I don’t write this to bash anyone, but rather to say, it’s okay to give up on something that just isn’t working.

The job wasn’t working. At all. It was a constant conflict of ideas and visions and there was poor communication on how to do anything, let alone function on a basic level. That was true for me, and the business.

It just got worse and worse. And before I knew it I was crying at work. Crying at work and telling people how miserable I was.

This is when I knew I needed to give it up, but I had nothing else lined up. But as a pressure cooker with no one watching and checking on the meal, it all exploded and I resigned from my job.

I quit my job without two weeks notice, or getting a letter of reference, or having anything to fall back on. I admitted failure and walked away.

Yet, even though this “failure” is a story in my career, it’s not the end of my ability to thrive, pursue and be.

Since officially resigning on Saturday I have actually started to put my life together in a way I haven’t been able to for almost a year. That’s a huge for me.

I’m actually getting my house cleaned and organized. I’ve applied for many jobs and have two interviews in the next week. I’ll be taking on more hours and duties for my other side job and hopefully be able to branch out from there. I took a leap of faith and I’m finding myself in the process.

I don’t know what the next few weeks will hold, but I’m much happier not feeling miserable every day. I’m much more confident than I’ve been in months. And I’m pursuing creative endeavors I haven’t felt like pursuing in a very long time. My creative energy isn’t being drained into something that is strangling me at the same time. I have creative juices. I can write a personal blog, something I haven’t done in months.

Anyway, you get the idea. My point is, sometimes risking everything is the best way to get somewhere. Don’t let life scare you into bed and away from the world. Don’t let life kill you from the inside out. Wise words: Be Brave

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Rebecca Lee Robinson