So much to say, not enough time

A lot has happened since I celebrated my thirty-fifth birthday. I mean I’ve mostly been working; which means I haven’t had much time to sit down and do very much writing. Heck, I haven’t had much time to do a lot of anything. I was impressed I managed to do two large loads of laundry last weekend. I believe I was also in the middle of doing three other things at the same time.

Can’t believe I’ve had this beauty for 6 years. No wonder a few of the lights are burnt out.

In case you haven’t noticed, it’s December. Everything is happening at the same time. Everything is just as important. And FOMO is at an all time high. And all I want to do is cuddle up beside my tree, with a cup of ginger tea and listen to Bach. I’ve started listening to classical music whenever I am home because it’s the only thing that has helped me relax1.

I haven’t wanted to date really. I haven’t wanted to put my trust into another person the way I used to… the way I used to long to do. I still don’t but it’s been nice getting to know some new people without the pressure of anything becoming too serious too soon. I’ve also really enjoyed the time it’s allowed me for everything else. Focusing on my friends, and work, and I wish I could say it’s allowed me the time to focus on other projects but I’d be lying. Work has taken over my life. And what spare time I have, I either take to pamper myself or to spend some Quality Time with someone I adore.

It’s made me realize how much time I wasted chasing after something I really shouldn’t have been chasing; longing for that person who has my back, and who understands me better than anyone else2. I need to be careful though… I feel like I’ve been here before. I feel like I’ve made this realization before, only to have it swept under some rug in the home that some guy asked me to help build with him.

Then again, I feel much more sure, and stronger… just not in that stubborn way that some people who have survived adversity can become. At least, I’d like to think so. Only one way to find out, I guess. I’ve still got some demons to fight though. I know that. What I don’t know is whether said demons require a conversation or whether time will be enough to qualm them. I’ll try not to worry too much about it. It seems to be working for me so far.

Life is pretty good. You can tell from my not-at-all-curated instagram feed 😉

And now for some photographic evidence of *some* of the things I’ve been up to since I last wrote:

West Queen West BIA’s 2nd Annual Adopt-a-plant drive
Ascot Royals at the Indie Music Week 2016 Launch Party
Cavalcade of Lights at Nathan Philips Square
One of many Christmas functions with my lovely parents
#HoHoTO with my wifey
Dreaming of Summer with Moda Mama at the Sears Spring Launch #SearsSizzle

I’m missing photos from some other fun things I’ve done…because let’s face it, either they’re not fit for public consumption or I was having too much fun to take pictures 😉

‘Till I feel like writing again… xo

  1. not the only thing, but he’s not as readily available as spotify is. He works almost as much as I do[]
  2. duh, she’s been inside me all along[]

Like it was yesterday

In Memory September 11 2001

I can’t believe it has been 12 years since the day that we all call 9/11 happened. I remember being woken up by my boyfriend at the time1, and being slightly upset with him. I was trying to sleep in because I had just flown in the night before from visiting Jackie in L.A. I had been there for three weeks and the flight was almost delayed to the next morning. That very morning when horrible things happened that have affected so many lives in ways we’re probably not even done realizing yet.

He told me to turn on the TV and despite my crankiness, I heard something in his voice that I had never heard to such an extent, so I did. And I swear I held my breath for what seemed like an eternity. I held my breath as if I was making a wish before I blow out a birthday cake. I was praying that it was all some sick joke or publicity stunt. It was ridiculous to wish for, but I just wanted something other than the truth to be that a plane had flown into a very important building in New York City.

All that happened though, was that things got worse. I don’t need to re-tell the story because we all know what happened. And we would continue to hear more stories from people2. We all lost something that day. We all lost a little faith, a little hope, innocence… even when we thought we didn’t have any more of those things to lose. Then we started hearing stories about the heroes; the ones who stood in the face of evil and told it to fuck off. And even though their efforts were in vain, it helped to know that they didn’t go down without a fight.

I have lived a lucky life to only know of such horrible loss from a distance. My heart goes out to those who weren’t so lucky. I will always remember.

  1. a sweet guy who was way too mature for me at the time, If I knew back then what I know now I never would have let him go[]
  2. and we would eat them up because for some of us knowing the details helps us cope[]

Monday Madness: Pink for October

This week’s Monday Madness is being dedicated to October, that is Breast Cancer Awareness month. You may or may not have noticed that I changed the background to mauve1. I was lucky in that my theme is mostly pink anyway, and I was able to ‘go pink’ for October just by changing the hex code in the style sheet for this theme.

You may also have noticed the little button I have on the sidebar, underneath the RSS Subscribe buttons. It’s to show my membership to Pink for October; a gathering of websites going pink for October to raise money and  awareness for breast cancer. But what I love about is that he says right on the front page that raising money isn’t the primary purpose of the site – so I didn’t hesitate to join2.

I’ve only just noticed that he3 holds contests every few days – unfortunately I won’t have time to play in yesterday’s contest to find a photo that best describes the word, “Mammogram”. The word changes every few days and I’m not even sure what the prize is but I’m sure the fact that all words will be related to breast cancer – the act of participating in the contest will be a reward in itself.

What does going pink mean? Its a symbol that I have promised to educate myself more on this disease. I’m ashamed to say that I don’t know very much about it, except that it affects everybody and therefore I should know more about it. I can’t promise to learn statistical things because those just never stick in my head, but I will definitely try and learn more about what I can do to prevent it in my life, and the lives of those close to me4.

Also,5 A friend’s father passed away today after being diagnosed with cancer6 only a few weeks ago. For those of you who pray, please say a prayer for their family and for their father’s soul; for those who don’t please send warm and comforting vibes in their direction.

Anyway, I was hoping not to bring it up but I can’t help thinking about them and how I wish I could be there7 for them right now. All I want to know now is…

Have you gone pink for October?

  1. purply-pink[]
  2. Oh and men, don’t worry there’s a section in there for you too[]
  3. that would be Matthew Oliphant[]
  4. because let’s face it, I can’t exactly do it for everyone[]
  5. this has nothing to do with breast cancer, but everything to do with cancer and its really bringing it home for me that we mustn’t take life too seriously and especially not for granted:[]
  6. I don’t want to divulge personal information such as what type of cancer, and besides it doesn’t matter[]
  7. they’re not in Canada[]

I can’t imagine her pain

I have no words that would fit. I’m sure you’ve seen this already but if you haven’t then please go see these pictures of a Mother’s journey through her son’s illness.