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Dear Blog: An Apology

  • Posted on July 20, 2011 at 11:32 am

Dear Blog,

I want to start by apologizing – for neglecting you, for thinking about leaving you, and for ignoring your cries of longing in the middle of the night.  I have always been aware that you were here – I swear – but I didn’t really know what to say to you.  Life’s been pretty chill lately, and I must confess that in the past, I used you as a bit of a crutch. I spilled my guts out onto your cyberpages and came to to new realizations this way. For that, I will always be grateful.

But somewhere along the lines, I’ve learned how to process my thoughts and feelings without you.  Typing that right now, I’m not sure if I’m being naïve or if I really truly have figured it all out – it’s hard for me to tell.  Trust me – I remember that only a few short months ago, I felt that I needed you so much that I promised myself (and you) that I would write every day. That was short lived, wasn’t it?

Maybe I feel like my life isn’t exciting enough to write about these days.  Maybe I feel like I’m constantly writing (complaining) about the same things all the time. Maybe I don’t really want to parade my insecurities and inner-most thoughts in front of the whole world anymore. Maybe I’m just trying really hard to accept where I am in my life, and writing to you constantly reminds me of my weaknesses.  Maybe I just don’t need all of that right now.

So maybe it’s time to turn a new page, dear blog. Don’t panic! I don’t want to leave you completely.  But it’s crossed my mind that perhaps your purpose is no longer to be a sounding board for all my problems and insecurities, but more as rather a journal of the quirks of my daily life.  Of course, then I think to myself that perhaps the people of the world don’t really give a shit about my daily life.  But the question arises, who am I really writing for in the first place?

Me.

I write for me. It’s selfish, I know. I am very much aware of that fact. But I’m kind of “over” all the intense self-examination stuff right now. I feel like my brain and my emotions might be a little “over-examined” these days. Sorry blog.

So, whaddaya say?  Should we start over?  How ’bout we start with this:

On Monday, I baked my very first raspberry pie, using fresh raspberries from my garden. This is my life these days. Fresh raspberry pie, homemade lasagna and long mornings spent in Starbucks, nursing a chai latte and apologizing to my blog.

No guilt. (or working on it, anyways)

 

Don’t Cry Mom

  • Posted on May 18, 2011 at 1:43 pm

So, how am I doing at this new posting every day thing?  I think I lasted about 4 days.  But then my mom came to visit and honestly, that was just as good for my soul as writing.

I just recently celebrated a birthday, and my mom came for a few days to help me plant my garden and some of my outdoor pots as a birthday gift.  I never imagined that I’d be quite the little gardener that I am.  But I guess when I think back on my early childhood, a lot of those days were spent in the back yard.  My dad had a vegetable garden and I remember picking fresh peas and shucking corn.  And I remember planting little seeds and other annuals next to the red currant bushes beside our back patio with my mom.

I spent a lot of my childhood outside.  In the summer months, my mom would send us outside and we’d happily imagine away the day with the other neighborhood kids, only running back inside when we heard mom call us in for lunch or dinner.  We’d make up plays, or climb trees, or build forts, or scoop algae out of the ditch with long sticks. Or we’d spend afternoons at the beach, collecting little crabs and seashells, or trying to see how long we could hold a handstand underwater, with the waves crashing against us.  We’d stop to have a picnic on our old plaid, scratchy wool picnic blanket – cucumber and bologna sandwiches were my personal fave.

As I sit here outside on my patio, typing feverishly away on my laptop, I guess it’s not so surprising after all. When the sun comes out and I can spend a day digging in the dirt, or potting a determined little petunia, it feels like those childhood summers.  It feels like home.

Love you mom.  Thanks for giving me this gift :)

Happiness – Check! Now what?

  • Posted on May 4, 2011 at 12:55 pm

Lately, I’ve been pretty darn content. And it’s been bugging the crap outta me.

As many of you know, I quit a full-time job for a non-profit back in 2007 (wow! 3.5 years ago….that’s friggin’ nutty).  I had tons of plans, and I had no plans whatsoever.  I had gobs of ideas of things that I wanted to do, and I was ready and rarin’ to go try all of them on for size.  But I had no clear path.  Just the hope that something would fall into place, and things would suddenly feel like they “fit.”

So, off I went.  I started pimpin’ myself out, taking meetings, gathering info, taking classes, trying on different short-term work contracts, traveling, writing, self-examining, going, going, going. I was all over the place and nowhere all at the same time. It was great. And confusing. And exhilarating. And exhausting. And the best darn decision I’d ever made.

But I think one can only do that for so long.

Lately, I’ve been wondering about this massive quest I’ve been on. I have this problem, y’see.  It’s something that has recently come to light.

I am absolutely terrible at listening to myself and what I actually want.

I get wrapped up in creating the right image of myself – as a career woman, as a wife, as a “normal functioning member of society,” as someone that’s got it all figured out, someone with direction, or a path, or a Clear, Concise Purpose.  I chase after all the things I think I should be but rarely take the time to look at where I actually am.

(I’m getting slightly annoyed at myself for all the italicized words. Apologies.)

So, here’s what I’m trying lately: I’m just being. Because when I look at the life I’m living, it turns out I actually really like it. I enjoy my part-time job (shout-out to Bobs & LoLo!); I love the group that I’m singing with (shout-out to Aliqua!); I’m proud of the self-work that I’ve been doing (cheeseball, I know, but I know no better way to put it); I am grateful for the spare time that I have to write, and sip chai tea, and garden, and create music, and read, and bake. And I’m happy.

But it feels wrong. I feel like I should be doing more than I am.  Like I owe it to the world or to someone (myself?) to do something bigger with my life.  To use my smarts, my talents, my enthusiasm for something larger than my current existence. Not to mention the fact that I’m constantly worrying about who I’m letting down to live this content little life that I have. Worrying that I’m not making the big bucks like I know I could be doing if I’d sold out to a more lucrative career path. Petrified that the rug is going to be pulled out from under me at some point.  Waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Like I said, it’s bugging the crap outta me.

So lately, I’m trying to make peace with the fact that this may be It.  And I don’t mean that in a “things ain’t ever gonna get better than this” kinda way.  But more in a “hey kid, you did it” kinda way. Maybe this is where I’m meant to be right now.  And maybe that’s ok.  In fact, maybe it’s friggin’ brilliant. I’ve always said that my one, all-encompassing goal in life is to be happy. All things considered, I’ve achieved that.

So, now what?

 

Spring has Sprung

  • Posted on April 13, 2011 at 4:39 pm

Ahhhhh, Spring!  I’ve recently realized that my good spirits basically go into hibernation until the first Spring tulips start blooming.  I’m not sure what it is about winter, or more specifically, winter in Vancouver.  It might be the buckets and buckets of rain we get, the non-stop gray & cloudy days, the wet chilly wind – basically the overall grossness of a coastal BC winter. Ok, so I totally know what it is about winter after all.

I’m just not a winter person.  I’m not one for winter sports – I have zero sense of balance so it’s downright dangerous for me to strap on a pair of skis or (heaven forbid!) a snowboard. Even ice skates – I generally spend the majority of my time frantically gripping the boards at the ice rink, cursing my weak ankles.

And moreover, I really can’t stand waking up while it’s still dark outside, and even worse, I really hate driving home at 5pm after the sun has set.

And while I like snow, I only really enjoy it from the comfort of my cozy living room, before it gets ruined by snow plows and dog pee.  Unfortunately, snow is somewhat of a rarity in Vancouver – we mostly get rain. And more rain.  And then, when you think it’s finally over, we get more rain. I don’t have too many positive things to say about the wintery Vancouver rain.

But Spring! Spring I can get on board with. Suddenly, the world just seems like a brighter, happier place. I wake up and I’m excited to get started on my day.  There are actually birds singing outside my window in the morning.  Birds! Do you know what that does to a person?  The first time that happened this spring was just a few days ago, and it was like shock therapy.  All of a sudden my psyche was like, “Whoa! what the heck is that?!?  That….that sounds like……birds!! Holy Schnikey’s!  You’d better get yer butt outta bed, missy! You don’t wanna miss out on this glorious day! Yahoo!!!!”

Long story short, the winter was tough for me.  It’s always tough, but this one was especially so.  I got myself into a rainy, gloomy, feel-sorry-for-myself funk. But Spring is blooming, and so am I (yes, that was cheesy, but I’m on a spring-induced high – forgive me).

Optimists, Assholes and Genetics

  • Posted on March 23, 2011 at 2:30 pm

Lately, it’s been mentioned to me quite a few times that I am a really, really positive person.  It never really crossed my mind, but I suppose that’s true.  I do tend to always look on the bright side of things. And I tend to believe the best about people, rather than projecting the worst on them.

For example, that rude guy in line at Starbucks might have been rear-ended on his way to work and was then late for a meeting and reemed out by his boss. He’s probably a really nice person – he’s just had a bad day. (his boss probably had a bad day too)

Or that woman yelling at her kid in the park – maybe she’s a single mom who doesn’t get any sleep because she can’t find a job that pays her enough to keep up with the bills and her ex won’t give her the time of day to help her. (her ex probably has issues of his own as well).

I know – I’m an eternal optimist glass-half-full thinker. I’m not sure where this optimism comes from. But I genuinely believe that although we, as humans, come from such expansive and varied backgrounds, we all really do want the best for eachother and for ourselves.  And if that’s tinged with selfishness or rudeness or anger or indifference, it probably has something to do with what has happened previously in our day or in our lives.  No one was just born an asshole, right? There can’t be some “asshole gene” out there that can be identified in our DNA chain.

That being said, I know a few people who are self-proclaimed assholes. One, in particular, who was adamant that although they were an asshole by attitude, they weren’t really an asshole.  Confused yet? I think I figured it out.  This person cared.  They cared so much about the others around them, that it showed up completely overwhelmed in passion.  In an almost asshole-y kinda way.

I dunno, maybe it’s the sickeningly positive optimist in me.  But I don’t believe there are assholes out there.  I choose to believe that there are really passionate people, either with really big beliefs or really bad days.

Then again, maybe I was just born with the “Overtly Optimistic” gene.

When in Rome…or Venice…or Florence

  • Posted on February 16, 2011 at 4:02 pm

I’ll be honest – I’m writing this post out of guilt. It’s 11:45pm in Florence, Italty, and I’ve had a bottle of wine and a couple of pints of beer and I haven’t given a lick of thought to my blog.

Okay – that’s not true. I’ve actually only had one pint of beer.

And I’ve actually thought about this blog a lot but mostly because I haven’t really had any superbly profound thoughts to expound. My life has mostly consisted of wake up, eat pastry, walk, see sights, eat pasta, walk, see sights, drink beer (or hot chocolate, but more frequently, beer), see more sights, spend exorbitant amounts of money on Italian leather, drink more beer, eat pizza, drink some wine, come home, collapse in semi-drunken stupor. Wash, rinse, repeat.

And I actually don’t think this is an “Eran on vacation” kinda thing. I think this is actually how Italians live their lives. I spent four nights in Venice, and walked past the same little shops every day with the same people sitting inside, casually flipping through their newspaper or staring thoughtfully out the shop window. There was never another soul in the shop. But they didn’t seem concerned. It was all so very laid back and European – a stark contrast to the North American life that I’ve been striving for and that I see so many people living.

So I wonder, could I sit in a small shop, reading the daily paper, thinking deep thoughts, nibbling on a pastry and having casual conversation with the shopkeeper next door, day after day? Casually enjoying life as it strolls past, whistling or humming a simple tune and not being obsessively concerned with my bank account or my schedule of meetings or the pile of emails in my inbox waiting to be answered?

Could I do that?

Heck no. But I’m gonna try. For the next 2 weeks, I’m gonna cross my fingers and hope that some of it transfers over to my real life.

13 Kick-Ass Things I’ve Learned in the Last Year

  • Posted on February 10, 2011 at 11:14 am

As I publish this post, I am actually sitting in the airport lounge in Vancouver, waiting to board my flight to Venice, Italy. I’ve been trying to find a small nugget of time to get this posted for the last 3 days, but turns out, when you go away on a monster trip, there are a gazbillion* things to do.  Anyways, long story short, this post has been brewing for a long time….would love to hear what kick-ass things you’ve learned this past year as well! Here we go….

1.) My brain is really smart, but my gut might be smarter. In fact, my brain is like ridonkulously good at analyzing and planning and organizing and just being plain logical.  But that’s not always a good thing.  Because of all that logicalness, my brain is also a really kick-ass dream-squasher, constantly coming up with all sorts of good reasons NOT to do stuff. My gut, however, is just discovering that it’s actually a whole heck of a lot smarter than my brain. It’s like that moment when you suddenly discover that you know just as much (or more) than your parents – my gut has finally started talking back and rebelling against my brain. ‘Bout time.

2.) The person that knows me best is ME. Well, DUH. But seriously, this is like the hardest thing for a serial people-pleaser to get through their thick skull. I’ve spent the better part of the last 31 years doing everything that I think everyone else wants me to do, and very little time listening to myself. And while I realize that most people really only want what’s best for me, only I am able to really determine what’s best for me.

3.) Things will never be perfect. And that’s ok. So, I almost trashed the idea for this post of things I’ve learned over the last year because it’s been MORE than a year since I launched my first blog, The Quarterlife Quest on January 18th.  It really bugged me that I couldn’t post this post on the exact 1 year anniversary of my first blog post ever.  Until I realized that the lessons I learned are still the same, whether it’s been exactly 1 year, or 1 year and 3 weeks, or 1 year and 3 weeks and 2 days. Same good stuff, and I’m guessing none of you really would have noticed the exact dates anyways. Perfection is overrated.

4.) If you build it, they will come. When I started blogging, I really, really *hoped*  that people would follow my blog, but I wasn’t 100% certain that it would happen.  But the more I built up my blogging skills, networks and relationships, the more followers I saw.  This new blog has fewer followers (so far) than my last one, but I have faith.  I now know that if I really believe in what I’m doing, others will follow suit.

5.) People are kind. This might be one of the most beautiful and relieving things I have learned this year.  I have experienced more kindness this year than I ever could have imagined.  I believe that people want to be good, that people ARE good. I know that sounds cheesy but…..

6.) I both love and hate cheese. Oh, how I have struggled with this one! There is something about the self-discovery/self-improvement/life coaching vernacular that just screams CHEESE at me, and I am loath to use most of that language.  I just don’t find it relatable; it’s too airy-fairy.  But at the very core of it, I love it. There is something downright glorious to be found in uber cheesiness.

7.) Visualization is corny – but it works. This one kinda goes hand in hand with the above lesson. Prior to this year, I was totally NOT sold on the whole “close your eyes, picture your future” or “imagine that a warm liquid light is spreading throughout your whole body” kinda schtuff. But I’ve gone into it open-mindedly and have been pleasantly surprised.

8.) You can’t change other people; you can only change yourself. I think so many relationships could be salvaged if we, as individuals, would embrace this little nugget of wisdom. Too often we place the blame of failure on other people and refuse to acknowledge that we could have been part of the solution.  Be open to change; lead by example.I have changed in so many ways over the past year and as a result, my relationships have also changed, and for the better.

9.) Downtime makes my world go round. I am not built emotionally, mentally or physically, to keep up with the insane schedule that I sometimes inflict upon myself. I need downtime to refuel – it’s just that simple.

10.) It’s ok to quit, as long as it’s not out of fear. We all grow up being told that quitting is a bad thing. But I’ve learned that quitting is totally and utterly fine, and sometimes completely necessary, if it’s something that gives you that gross icky “this ain’t right” feeling.  However, that’s not to be confused with the “holy shit, I don’t think I can do this feeling” which can be quite similar.  I’m still learning to differentiate, but I’m getting closer..

11.) Things come easily when you really believe in yourself. It’s one thing to say you’re going to do something, and do it well.  It’s a whole other ballgame when you believe that you are going to do something and do it well. I think that’s been a huge contribute to any successes I’ve had this past year.

12.) Wonder is my drug of choice. Sure, alcohol, marijuana and crack cocaine are all pretty fantastical drugs (kidding), but I’ve recently discovered that nuthin’ gets me going like a magical dose of that old fashioned narcotic called “wonder” (note – this is not a street name for some crazy hallucinogen, I actually mean wonder).

13.) I’m no crazier than the next person. We all have our little secrets.  We all have our bouts of insanity, our random quirks and our inconsistent consistencies.  That’s what makes us beautiful. I’ve certainly had my moments, but I’ve learned I’m not the only one.

What amazingly kick-ass things have you learned this past year?

*gazbillion may or may not be a real number. Thanks No More Mountains for the numerical reference.

Community: Reverb10 reads my mind

  • Posted on December 7, 2010 at 4:47 pm

December 7Community

Where have you discovered community, online or otherwise, in 2010? What community would you like to join, create or more deeply connect with in 2011? (Author: Cali Harris)

It’s ironic that this prompt came up today because all I’ve been thinking about lately is community. So, thanks Reverb10 for completely reading my mind.

In January of 2010, I launched this very blog.  I was petrified, but it just felt right.  After months of debating and worrying and jotting down ideas and changing my mind, I finally posted my first post on January 18th.  At that point, the only people reading were my mom, my sister and my husband (thanks guys!) – and even that was utterly terrifying. But something compelled me to write.  I wanted that sense of community – I wanted to know that I wasn’t alone in what I was thinking and feeling and writing. I wanted others to know that they weren’t alone either.

I’m not totally where I envisioned myself after almost a year of writing.  I had a lofty goal of 1000 subscribers or followers, and right now I’m sitting at about 150.  But those 150 are all wonderful, interactive, supportive, lovely people.  And I wouldn’t trade you guys in for 1000 anyones.

As 2011 approaches, and I start to hone in on my new goals, I know this blog is going to change.  The Quarterlife Quest fit me quite perfectly about a year ago, but I’m starting to feel like I’ve outgrown it, and I have big new ideas on the horizon. I have wildly colourful visions of a new community – a community where I get to expand even further and reach more people.  A community where others can realize their own amazingness through the amazingness of others.  A community that supports one another and believes in one another and encourages one another to do amazing things.

I still have no idea what this is going to look like yet – the ideas are all still swirling madly about in my head – but the fairy dust is starting to settle and I’m anxious to see what I create as it all falls into place.

So, a special thank you goes out to all of you who have made this blog into a lovely little community for me. I can’t wait to see what the future holds and I hope you’ll come along for the ride!

Wonder & Letting Go – Two Posts in One

  • Posted on December 5, 2010 at 6:23 pm

December 4 Wonder.
How did you cultivate a sense of wonder this year? (Author: Jeffrey Davis)

Well, it’s Sunday night and I still haven’t blogged about wonder. It’s been a bit of a hectic weekend, but don’t take my lack of writing for lack of having any wonder. I gotta say that I love that the prompt has asked us how we cultivate wonder.  ‘Cause I’ve sure experienced it – but what have I done to cultivate it?

Wonder, to me, is that feeling you got as a child on Christmas eve, when you went to bed, straining for the sound of reindeer hooves on the roof.  Wonder is Christmas morning, when the milk and cookies have magically disappeared.  Wonder is stepping foot into Disneyland, and having the magic and music of being a child unravel you. Wonder is planting a seed and actually watching it grow, day by day. Wonder is spinning and spinning and catching snowflakes on your tongue. Wonder is painting your entire office purple.

I’ve discovered something recently.

I’m a bit of a “wonder whore.” I seriously can’t get enough of it. I need it. I crave it.

I want bright red gumboots so I can jump in puddles with it.

I’m cultivating my own wonder day by day, releasing that inner child every now and then and sparkling fairy dust all over my world.

December 5 Letting Go.
What (or whom) did you let go of this year? Why? (Author: Alice Bradley)

This one’s a thinker. I’m fairly certain I know my answer, but I’m trying to decide if it makes me sound like an asshole.  Or maybe kinda flaky? Whatever. Not my problem. Hence:

This year I’ve let go of the burden of responsibility.

Or at least I’m working on it.

I’m a people-pleaser.  I spend countless hours worrying about other people’s lives. I have always felt the weight of other people’s problems, as if they are my own, feeling like I need to solve something for them.  That I need to stretch further, work harder, stay later, be better, talk more, (talk less), be more, (be less). I’ve spent far too much time worrying about how my actions (or lack of actions) will affect other people, and little to no time worrying about how my actions affect me. If there’s one thing that coach training and a buttload of counseling has taught me this year, it’s that each and every person is naturally creative, resourceful and whole (thank you CTI for your wording). I can only do what feels comfortable for me – if that doesn’t work for you, then you will find a way to figure it out.  Or we can work it out together.  But I don’t have to fix the world, all by myself.

By letting go of that burden, I can hold on more firmly to myself.

Cheese, anyone? ;)

Getting Contagious

  • Posted on October 2, 2010 at 9:54 pm

sparkleI’m writing tonight because it’s my homework for my coaching course.

I’ve been challenged to give voice to my big dream, my goal, my manifesto, through this blog.

I have had no idea where to start.

I drove home with a zillion ideas floating around in my head. I found myself getting excited, and then petrified.  And then excitedly petrified.  I stopped for a mini blizzard (side note: this is the best thing Dairy Queen has ever created). I got home and I sat.  I zoned out in front of the tv.  I battled sleepy eyes.  I got up, walked into my office, booted up my computer.  And got stuck.

I paced a little.  Went and took out my contact lenses.  Peed. (too much information?)

I paced some more.

When I sat down again, something jumped into my mind. I’m going with it.

I went to an event last night – PostSecret Live – at UBC.  I spent an hour and a half listening to creator, Frank Warren, speak – about the motivation behind the art project, about the day-to-day life of this thriving PostSecret being, about the secrets he has been privileged enough to witness.  At the end, audience members were given the chance to release their own secrets by standing at a microphone and speaking their truth to the audience. Talk about powerful.

But what jumped into my mind was this – one young man got up and spoke about a postcard that appeared on the PostSecret blog a few months ago that read something like, “If you’re looking for a sign, this is it. Go out and do it.” And that young man went out and did “it” – whatever that “it” was (he didn’t say).  But he wanted the audience to know that he did it, and he wanted his appearance at that microphone to be a sign for someone else to go out and do “it” – whatever that meant to them.  That message on that postcard sent by an anonymous individual was his sign, and in turn, he was a sign for someone else in that audience, and you could sense the contagious essence that that simple postcard possessed.

I want to be contagious.

And not in a sick, rash-inducing, panicked kind of way.  But like a vibrantly positive, widespread epidemic kind of way.

I want to inspire.  I want to be an example.  I want to bring out the best in people.

I want to show you just how amazing you really are, and how amazing you can be.

I want to be a mentor.  I want to be a a trailblazer. I want you to come with me.

I want you to see how BIG the world is, and I want you to see what a significant mark you are making on it. I want you to see possibilities.  I want you to chase them.

I want to be your cheerleader, and your champion. I want to go on a kick-ass journey with you.  I want to see where you’ll take me.

I’m writing this post for me, for my homework, but it’s really about you. I see you out there – you’re gorgeous, and sparkling, and you possess so much more than you realize. Your potential is palpable.

I want to be contagious, and I want you to be contagious too. Who’s with me? :)

I am currently going through coaching training with the Coaches Training Institute and I am eagerly looking for potential clients.  If you want to explore your own dreams, goals and/or personal manifesto but you’re waiting for a sign, this is it. Click here for more information.