The Day My Life Changed Forever

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I had just come back from Thailand – it had been a dream trip. The trip had been absolutely epic. I had spent 3 weeks sitting by the ocean, under the sun, or the stars, contemplating the surf. No thoughts ran through my mind. I was calm, relaxed, and happy. I hadn’t touched a computer or looked at a screen for 3 weeks. My body felt the effects of it, too. I came back more flexible in my hips and my shoulders. I spent those beautiful moments with Harry. That was our first trip together. We danced together, and ate together.

I came back to Toronto and I had to go back to work right away, even though I was extremely jet-lagged. Although I was exhausted, I dragged myself to work. I had a 1-1 with my boss that Tuesday, and it wasn’t good. She wasn’t happy with my performance. I wanted to tell her right there and then to stuff the job and leave to go spend time with Harry. But I didn’t. I stayed and listened. I felt bad for being the person I am, who couldn’t work in a corporate field.

Then, Harry left on Jan 26th to go back to Alberta, and I had to go to work. I couldn’t even see him off to the airport. We had to say goodbye in the morning.

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You Are A Writer, Because You Write. You Are A Dancer, Because You Dance.

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I have noticed this tendency in me to brush off people when they tell me, “Oh, that’s wonderful. You are a writer.” This usually happens when I tell them that I write every single day, that I am a writer at heart, and that I have a few novels published on Amazon. I laugh it off. “Oh, no, I’m not a ‘real’ writer. I don’t have ‘real’ novels published, by ‘real’ publishing houses, and I am not recognized by the literary world as a ‘real’ writer.”

Of course, I have realized that this is all nonsense. I never say this exact thing to someone else who tells me they have a novel published or they are writing a blog. If they are writing, they are a writer to me. I realize that people unnecessarily put random criteria on these things.

I’m only a writer if I have a book published by a major publishing house. Or I am only a dancer if I appear on a dance show or in a dance troupe. I am only a musician if I have an album, and fans. I am only something if I am recognized by hundreds of others for it. And perhaps, also paid hundreds of dollars for it. Preferably millions. (more…)

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Be Careful What You Wish For – You Just Might Get It

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There are so many things I want to say about this topic. I have been thinking a lot about wishes, hopes, desires, dreams, and goals. I turned 35 this year. And thankfully, I have never been the kind of person who has to have accomplished a bunch of meaningless tasks before a certain age. I am not disappointed in myself or my life because I am not married. Or because I don’t have babies, or I don’t have a dog.

I am happy that I am who I am, I have done what I have done, and I own what I own.

Interestingly enough, I no longer have a bucket list. I used to have a long, long one when I was in my twenties. There were so many things on it, and I wanted to accomplish them all by the age of 35. But thankfully, I have either accomplished a lot of those things already, and realized they weren’t as much of a big deal as I thought they would be. Or I realized that most things, once achieved, lose their lustre, and turn out to be nonsensical wishes anyways. (more…)

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