Perspective (2019)

As we embark upon another New Year with hopes and dreams and goals and gratitude, I would like to share a different perspective and instead give thanks for all the things I do NOT have.

Marital Problems.   My husband and I will have created & shared a beautiful life together for ten years this coming November. Naturally we bicker and disagree on things, but our foundational promise to each other in the early days of knowing one another was that we’d never go to bed angry, and always remember to respect each other. We are a Team and nothing can come between us.

screen shot 2019-01-05 at 8.59.37 amHealth Issues.   Throughout the course of our lifetime it is so important to acknowledge and recognize how fortunate we are in the meat-suits we live in. Self-care is mandatory, however sometimes nature overrides our physical and mental states. In 2004, I was diagnosed with Stage 3 cervical cancer. After numerous treatments over the consecutive years, I was proclaimed cancer-free in 2009. Though cancer-free, the following years provided me with various other reproductive challenges: uterine fibroids, endometriosis, and non-cancerous tumours – all manageable (& monitored annually). Sure, I still get the occasional cold/flu, suffer from dysmenorrhea, am physically allergic to gluten, and feel under the weather mentally from time to time but underlying it all I am blessed with a healthy, active, and functioning body every day.

Work Strife.   My employment journey has taken me on a truly diverse path including (but not limited to) Dollar Store cashier, Produce clerk, Retail manager, landscaping, radio station DJ, social media Marketing, Copy Editor, communications & web development, and more. All of which have led me to my current position (Coordinator, Supply Chain & Evaluation) that I absolutely adore. Each day is different from the next, I am constantly challenged, there are always new things to learn, and the work that I do greatly impacts the lives of others. It’s a win-win opportunity!

Financial Woes.   If ever I were to win the lottery, the most I would want is one million dollars; anything more is ridiculous (and anything less would be greatly appreciated). Until this day, I will continue to thrive as a financial enthusiast working with our own budget. Numbers and maths excite me and I take great pleasure from creating achievable financial plans and completing them. We have two working strategies that have proven successful: pooling a defined amount per pay for common expenses (mortgage, bills, groceries), and secondly, completing one major project at a time (rule: each project must be fully paid off before launching into something new). Using these methods we are still able to save for retirement, go out at will (movies, dinner, concerts), and travel the world.

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Simply, joy.

 

 

Moments of Mention

It’s been awhile.

In September (2017) my Mum moved in with us after a traumatic chemical fire robbed her of her house. The 5 months following was spent investing all available energy & resources into rebuilding her home, her strength, and her spirit. On February 4th, Mum returned to her home and has been unpacking, organizing, nesting, and thriving since.

IMG_3782In October (2017) my brother cautiously confided in Mum that he and his wife were newly pregnant. We patiently waited for the doctors’ appointments, the blood tests, the ultrasounds, and ultimately to learn that the pregnancy was progressing well for both mother & baby.

In June (2018) my brother will be celebrating a milestone birthday, and what better way to commemorate than with one of the most wonderful gifts of all – a new baby girl or boy!

In August (2018) we will be embarking on an epic road trip heading West to celebrate our Great Aunt’s 90th birthday, as well as to visit my husband’s ancestral grounds. Rather than mapping the route and booking Air BnB rentals, we’re renting an RV and will camp along the way.

Life is good.

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Simply, joy.

Strangers Tend to Tell Me Things

People have been attracted to me for as long as I can remember – people wanting to talk; acquaintances, transients, customers, and most oft complete strangers. I’ve often wondered if there’s a secret sign on my forehead that reads: “Talk to me – I”ll listen.

I noticed it a lot working in retail and attributed it to the idea that it was because I couldn’t leave/walk away from my station. There were times (especially working evenings in a record store) where I felt as though I was a pseudo-psychologist to those who would perch themselves in front of my counter. I didn’t mind and I learned a lot about numerous people I’d most likely never see again.

21-talking-to-strangers.w710.h473.2xAs a public transit commuter I encounter a variety of people in my daily travels. It doesn’t matter that I visibly wear headphones (listening to music), people are inherently drawn to engage in conversation with me. I happily oblige because, at this point in my life, I trust that each of these persons:

  1. has something they need to get off his/her chest,
  2. desires human connection in a time of loneliness, sadness, and/or social media,
  3. has a valuable lesson or insight that I’m meant to hear.

The best part of this phenomenon – in my opinion – is that all I have to do is listen and occasionally acknowledge the person speaking. There’s nothing demanded of me – no one asks me questions (Where do you work? How was your weekend? What’s your name?), they just talk.

Here are a few of my favourite [recent] strangers. (*note: names have been changed)

d7941043ee2206d37aaea9c689b89416Aldo: 78-year-old Italian man who takes the bus every morning at 6 a.m. to catch the shuttle to the casino. Has made quite a living for himself through gambling winnings, and enjoys expensive clothes and cuisines. He is the last member of his family. He is very proud of how handsome he looks on his driver’s license.

Peter: single, middle-aged man, living with his brother, in charge of creating passes/badges for Correctional Workers across Canada. Loves to play golf, travels to Montreal frequently to visit family (of 11) and watch the Habs. Lost his beloved dog in October but has ordered a new Collie puppy from the same breeders and will be picking it up in 8 weeks.

Hatim: South African who moved here with his (now divorced) wife, no children. Parents still in South African, sister and husband recently moved to Newfoundland. The family communicates primarily through Skype/FaceTime even though the mother is clinically blind. Works at Winners in the warehouse. Finds that marijuana edibles alleviate the symptoms of depression & anxiety his prescription medications cannot. Loves reading/sharing his daily horoscope (Gemini).

Kay: Jamaican cook who works at Lansdowne during the day and holds another job at night. Constantly smells of marijuana. Travels with friends on the afternoon bus, though they never sit next to each other; they prefer to fan out at the back of the bus to take up as much room as possible and to appear sinister. Favourite colour is pink. Has a hard time accepting rejection, and prefers to pass handwritten notes to ladies he favours.

Doreen: divorced, mid-60s brash and brazen woman who works for the same company I do. Smokes often and has the voice to prove it. Hates her daughter’s boyfriend and never misses an opportunity to use colourful loud language to describe him (he once forgot to pick up the turkey for Thanksgiving). Her mother is ill and spends a lot of time in the hospital. She is the only one of her siblings who takes care of her mother. Her birthday is May 17th, which she spends with her mother each year.

uneven-sidewalkJean-Claude: Jamaican jogger of city sidewalks, never wears appropriate running attire. Enrolled in Engineering at local Uni, lives with his brother and mother. Is very shy around women and prefers texting (or writing a message on his phone and passing it to you to read). English is his fourth language. Dirty Harry is his favourite movie. Enjoys running in the morning because it’s quieter and there are less people on the sidewalks.

Eran: single, middle-aged conspiracy theorist working at the same company as me. Loathes cellphones and social media (tracking!). Once saw a young girl nearly get killed because she was looking at her phone and walked out into oncoming traffic. Refuses to wear gloves in any temperature because he likes the feeling of losing feeling. Proudly owns a bright pink floral umbrella because he knows no one will steal it. Never wears a hat because he likes to feel the fresh air in his hair.

Yolanda: wife, mother, petrified of wet pavement that may or may not be black ice (who can tell?!). Born in Spain, hates to cook, mother lives two blocks away with assisted living, works for the government. Works from home on Fridays, which is also her night to cook (she usually makes pasta or sliders because they’re easy). Spends entire month of May in Spain each year with her family. Makes plans each week for ‘something to look forward to’ (i.e. facial, spa, pedicure, movie, shopping, etc.). Her ideal weekend is to stay in, read, and be left alone. She and her family have eaten at every single eatery in the neighbourhood. Some days chats my face off, other days completely ignores me.

4Antonio: retired AirForce controller who still goes in to the office each day to help “train” new staff and help with the paperwork. Gets bored sitting at home all day. Divorced, three daughters (living in France, Montreal, and Winnipeg), loves to drive to the East coast. Owns a white Volkswagon bus and each year picks up hitch-hikers heading East. Always wears a fedora and tie, always carries an umbrella.

Fred: elderly Polish man, volunteers at soup kitchens, has a bum left leg, wears a shiny oversized navy blue parka. Chews Wrigley’s gum because it reminds him of going to baseball games with his dad. Observes people around him and is genuinely concerned about the younger generations walking into things (due to constantly having their heads buried in their phones).

Chester: Korean public transportation driver, early 40s, owns multiple rental residences across the city, has 2 sisters (whom are stuck up, entitled snobs), takes excellent care of his mother. His 4 year old nephew once told him a dirty joke: “some horses were playing in the mud.” Loves to drive and travel around the world. Wants to own real estate in Thailand, San Francisco, and Bermuda one day. Believes that all cultures have their own unique ‘smell’. Was in a car accident in July (other driver at fault) wherein he should have been killed, yet walked away without a scratch. Wants to get married and have kids but fears his time is running out.

These are just a small sample of the many fascinating individuals who approach me, just to chat. While I may not see them every day, and may not see some of them ever again, they’ve each shared with me subtle fragments of their lives and I am grateful to have heard them.

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Simply, joy.

I Adore Life

Amidst the constant chaos of family, work, social media, friends, international news, strangers, and everything in between, I feel it important to express how much I love life.

There won’t be any rants to explain and/or justify the infinite reasons why – I just do.

I adore (my) life.

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Simply, joy.

Daily Dose of Optimism

At work we have a whiteboard beside the main door which was originally used for announcing staff birthdays. (*note: I do maintain this tradition, for the record)

As I am one of the first people in in the morning, it irked me to see a cold, empty, sterile whiteboard every morning when I arrived. So back in November, I decided that colleagues should be greeted with a joke or inspirational and/or motivational quote.

Each morning I write a little message on this board to make others smile.

The feedback has been very positive and our work environment has benefited from the wee dose of daily joy.

Yesterday, my colleagues wrote back:

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Simply, joy.

Practicing Hygge

Hygge (pronounced hoo-ga) is a Danish term roughly translated as coziness.

Danish winters are long and dark (sound familiar fellow Canadians?), thus the necessity for hygge – essentially creating a warm atmosphere and enjoying the simple joys in life with good people.

Hygge is more than a cozy room full of candles, company, and good food.

Hygge is a philosophy; a way of life that has helped Danes understand the importance of simplicity, time to unwind, and slowing down the pace of life.

Create space and time to do nothing but enjoy the simple joys with family and friends.

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Simply, joy.

Igniting that Holiday Spark

December hit fast’n furious this year.

Last week (mid-December) a colleague and I were noting the lack of holiday cheer throughout our office and, well, our entire floor. She suggested coming in when no one was around and decorating the whole floor as a surprise.

foodOn Friday morning, our department was treated to a beautiful breakfast celebration put on by the Social Committee. It was lovely! We were greeted by staff dressed as elves, received with genuine smiles, served candy canes, and brought together in a simple, yet festive, decorated hall.

After eating, I decided to pull out a few boxes of decorations from our storage closet. I was amazed at how much there was!

office-christmas-door-decorations-images-ak22As I began to modestly decorate office doors, bosses & colleagues trickled back from breakfast – their faces lit up as they saw the holiday decorations.

It wasn’t long before each and every co-worker participated in some way to help make the floor more festive. Some helped hang ornaments from the ceiling, others set up & decorated the tree, while some preferred to simply don elf and Santa hats whilst working at their desks.

It was most fulfilling and inspiring to witness the ignition of festive cheer spread and lift the spirits of my colleagues.

It doesn’t matter how old we are – it’s essential that we never stop spreading joy, nor cultivating the spirit within each of us to flourish and thrive.

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Simply, joy.

Living Well (With Stress)

Yesterday I was fortunate enough to attend a Professional Development lecture given by Stephen Kennedy on how to cope with stress. Though it was only an hour lecture, it resonated with me.

Stress, no matter which type, is like sandpaper; slowly, slowly, slowly wearing you down until you are weak and possibly broken. Often this process occurs so gradually that it’s almost impossible to see coming until BAM! You’re exhausted and beaten down and wondering what the hell just hit you.

Though everyone deals with stress differently, I believe if more of us took STRATEGIC PAUSES (*read: stopping all activities, stepping away from distractions, allowing mind to wander and expand), there would be less stress in our daily lives.

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* take more deep breaths
* blow bubbles
* stretch more often
* full body wiggle
* change what you CAN
* sit in complete silence (eyes open/closed) for 5 minutes
* take a walk at lunch/after dinner
* seek something positive in negative situations
* laugh out loud
* say NO more often
* realize that ‘this too shall pass’
* say ‘hi’ in the elevator or on the street

It all comes full circle to enjoying the simple joys in life, whatever they may be to each individual. It’s too easy to get swept up in the many screens of technology and lose yourself in the myriads of texts and photos and memes and videos.

Step away! Unplug! Allow your mind the opportunity to unload, recharge and expand with all that surrounds you (nature, people, landscapes, architecture)!

Underneath the skin there’s a human
Buried deep within there’s a human
And despite everything I’m still human” [Daughter]

Simply, joy.