I've been practicing hot yoga (Bikram and Moksha), for over 11 years now. In just over a decade, I have noticed some amazing things not only in myself, but in those around me, nearly every time I enter a yoga studio or gym. It truly surprises me that such a gentle, expressive form of exercise has turned into a competition for the ego.
Let me explain: A few weeks ago, I attended a class that was jam-packed with at least 35 people, in a room cranked up to 105 degrees. I wish I could've taken a picture in that sweaty room--you should've seen every single one of these people's faces. I know a little bit about body language, and not one person I laid eyes on appeared comfortable in their own skin. I saw such intense focus on these faces. I saw strain instead of satisfaction. All of these bodies were fighting through challenging postures, instead of melting into them.
So, for all the yogis out there, I have some disclaimers for you. Here goes:
Yoga isn’t about our lifestyle, our beliefs, our weight, our diet, our flexibility, how spiritual or enlightened we are--yoga is just about showing up and doing our dance on our mats. Yoga doesn't care if you show up cranky or exhausted. Yoga doesn't care how much money you have, what house you live in, what car you drive. Yoga is just happy you show up.
One of my favorite yoga instructors of all time, Danny Noel, is proof-positive that you can give an inspiring, uplifting and challenging class that caters to every BODY in the room. His soft delivery, his perfect sequencing, his words of encouragement, his very soul--make him a gentle force to be reckoned with. In the last few years alone, I have only attended his classes called, 'Moksha Flow'; a 75 minute series that shifts from one asana (posture) to another, seamlessly and fluidly. I love how graceful and malleable I feel leaving the studio after one his sessions. The world is lucky to have this man in existence. I kid you not--11 years ago, when I first started my journey into hot yoga, HE was the man that made it so appealing and addictive. Truly, I thank G-d for him.
I don't teach hot yoga, but I do teach Hatha and Ashtanga quite regularly. Even in these classes, where heat is not a factor, people come into the room looking depressed, angry and pent up with stress. It is so evident, that every time I lead a yoga class, half the room isn't even IN THE ROOM. They are preoccupied with their routines, kids, schedules, commitments. I always wonder when I look at each individual face: Why are you here? What are you hoping to achieve today?
Yoga doesn't care what your hair looks like. Yoga doesn't care if you smoke cigarettes or drink whiskey. Yoga doesn't care what religion you believe in. Yoga doesn't care if you wear Lululemon or Spiritual Gangster. Yoga is just happy that you've taken an hour (on average) out of your day to focus on what your body truly needs--to be at peace, to be calmer, quieter, saner. Your body is craving deep inhales and exhales. Your body is asking you to focus inwardly, not outwardly. And you must obey.
And now, to be blunt: If you're coming into a yoga studio expecting the teacher to light a fire beneath you, to make you feel better and inspire you, that's one thing. But if, during your entire practice, you cannot turn the corners of your mouth up even once to crack a smile, I really feel sorry for you. Because YOGA IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE SERIOUS. You're meant to be light, you're meant to feel limber and lithe, and then feel luminous afterwards. What's the point of even entering the room, if you're going to walk out just as miserable and heavy as when you walked in?
And so, to all the dedicated yogis: Think really hard. Why do you practice yoga? Answer honestly. And don't be afraid to dig deep.
There is something to be learned and taken from every yoga class and experience. Whatever your experience is in any yoga class, the important thing to remember is to have fun, laugh and don't take it too seriously. The world is full of chaos. Don't bring it into the studio with you. Leave your gripes, your worries and your troubles at the door, would you? My theory: Come into the room feeling light, and leave it feeling lighter.
Peace. And, Namaste...
Monday 8 December 2014
Tuesday 2 December 2014
Lying and cheating: A destructive duo in relationships...
While I was at work yesterday, a colleague of mine approached me to say hello and catch up on some news. During our five minute conversation, she shared with me that her boyfriend of two years cheated on her with another woman. I felt awful hearing her story. Apparently, he kept it a secret from her for months, and it was only when she cornered him with a series of questions about the subject, did he finally admit to the truth. This woman has had no end of crappy luck in her relationships. She's petite, sweet, fit and funny--any man would be lucky to have her as a girlfriend. But, seemingly, she continues to attract the same type of man: those who 'pull the wool over her eyes', those who are deceitful, lying, cheating bastards. I wonder what kind of vibe she's putting into the universe, to repeatedly attract these 'wolves in sheep's clothing'...
We all want to be adored in our relationships, don't we? We invest all of our energy, in body, mind and soul, and hope that our hearts don't end up in pieces when we give them away to our perspective mates. We hope that honesty and trust are paramount when we begin our journey with another person. But, it doesn't always end up happily.
My colleague, who admits she's quite intuitive, very trusting and extremely easy-going, was tricked. Her boyfriend obviously worked very hard to cover up his tracks and his web of lies ended up being the dynamite that destroyed their relationship. Here's the kicker: As she spoke to me, her face didn't show any signs of being visibly upset; rather, she was bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, surprisingly calm, and rational. Sadly, this wasn't the first time a man had disappointed her in this way.
So, it begs the question: What kind of energy is she putting out into the cosmos, to continually attract these types of men? As intelligent, trusting and intuitive as she is, why isn't she better equipped to filter out the 'undesirables' and attract men who possess quality traits and exude 'staying power'?
Here's the theory: We teach people, through our body language and our words, how to treat us. We are constantly setting standards for ourselves and others--how we want to be spoken to, respected and loved. If we appear timid or self-conscious or unsure of ourselves, it shows to the outside world. Some men (and women) who are self-assured and successful sometimes look for mates who exhibit more submissive traits, and that's not a bad thing. It's very much like the Yin-Yang in Chinese philosophy. That's what makes the world go round. Sometimes, opposites really do attract. But, why does one have to lie and cheat their way through a relationship that is less than favorable? Wouldn't it be so much easier to fess up, be truthful and come clean with your partner?
Fear plays a big part in choosing to lie. Whether we fear losing the relationship, feel badly about a mistake made, or dislike conflict, it is best in the long run to face these vulnerabilities and fears. When you resist telling your partner that you have lost interest in sex, are you protecting your partner from feeling hurt or avoiding the challenging conversation that might create tension in your relationship?
I would argue that it hurts so much more to lie and cheat than it does to simply admit the truth. If one is truly unhappy in a relationship, one should communicate openly about it, rather than sweeping secrets under the rug. If this problem festers, it only gets worse, not better.
Lying and cheating--a destructive duo that causes nothing but anguish. Human beings are fragile creatures. We all want to find that special someone who makes our hearts sing. We all want excitement and adventure in our unions, but why cheat and lie if you're unhappy? It's a cop-out, my friends. Many of us don't have the balls to admit we're miserable and would rather make other people suffer for our mistakes. A shame, really. Love means putting your heart and soul out there, being open and vulnerable and trusting that someone doesn't stomp on your dreams.
My opinion? If you're unhappy, quickly figure out what you need to do to get happier. Open your mouth and talk to your partner. It's time to reveal your weaknesses, divulge your deepest desires, and show your true colors. Give up on the idea of stretching the truth. If you're reading this and you really want 'out' of your relationship, you'd better start talking with your mate. Stop lying and cheating. Save yourself and your mate from unnecessary torment. Do the right thing.
Tuesday 18 November 2014
Straighten up and fly right...
These are the lyrics in the chorus of the song made famous by Nat King Cole:
Straighten up and fly right,
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top.
Ain't no use in divin',
What's the use in jivin'?
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top.
Let me officially welcome all of you to the Winter of 2014. According to the 'experts', it promises to be colder than last winter. Really? You mean we get to experience another polar vortex and freeze our cojones (balls) again? Super.
There are many reasons why I've chosen to use Nat King Cole's famous lyrics in this post. They make sense, especially in these frigid temperatures--people lose their patience and get aggravated so easily. The days are shorter and it gets darker sooner. The cold doesn't bring out the 'best' in people. It brings out the worst. We start to hunch when we walk to protect ourselves from the chill, and our desire to hibernate starts to set in. The weather seemingly dictates our moods, and suddenly, we don't 'fly' right. There's a rhythm that we miss: like balmy breezes, patios, and social gatherings that are effortless, as the warm weather permits us to enjoy the great outdoors, in all its glory.
But, not in the winter. If you look around, most of the strangers you see are less than happy and wear sullen looks on their faces. People have to bundle up and bear the harsh temperatures. I totally get it. I'd rather be in shorts and a tank-top. But, what's the use in jivin'? Cool down, papa, don't blow your top.
I've said it before, and I will continue to remind you: Life is too short. In 2014, I've seen angst, heartache, despair, deep loss, sudden trauma. People's lives have been thrown upside-down in the bat of an eyelash. And, what does one do to cope? Anything but face reality. Anything that doesn't make us feel physical and mental anguish. Anything to get numb. But, I'm here to tell you that 2015 is going to be different. How do I know this? Because it's time to change your attitude. It's time to change how you see things.
It's hard to 'fly right', isn't it? To stay on course, to be humble, to be patient, to be loving, to be accepting--it's so easy for us to revert back to behaviors that no longer serve us. Change is extremely difficult. It takes a great deal of fortitude and willingness to make adjustments to our personalities, doesn't it?
I don't like incessant complaining. It makes me irate, because I used to be an incessant complainer. Do you see that? What I once was, I now cannot tolerate. I used to procrastinate, sit on my laurels and just whine about the fact that life dealt me shitty cards. I used to 'numb' myself in ways I'd rather not mention, but let's just say, I was a lost soul. Ain't no use in divin'...
I am pleased to say that after a decade of trial and error, I dug myself out of a hole. I'm not exaggerating one bit. I was at the bottom of the proverbial barrel. I clawed and scratched and clenched and suffered physically. And one day, I straightened up and started to fly right. I sought counsel. I healed myself from the inside-out. I asked for help when I needed it. I brought myself out from the depths of despair. It wasn't an easy journey. But I'm here to tell the tale: I kicked ass and took names. I made a name for myself. I developed a reputation. I earned trust back. I rose above the fray and overcame major hardships. I was proud. I am proud.
So, let me ask you: What makes YOU blow your top? Are you an impatient person? Do you abhor incompetence? Do people get on your nerves easily?
WHY? Ask yourself this question and be LASER about it. Don't dilly-dally, don't sugar-coat, don't embellish. What really pisses you off, and why do you allow it to get under your skin? If life really is too short, then cool down, papa/mama/sista/brotha, don't blow your top. With the holidays around the corner, gift-giving and social gatherings and traffic jams are inevitable. Be patient, this holday season. Practice breathing a little deeper. We don't do enough stretching, as a species. We don't give ourselves enough gifts. Self-care is lacking in a big way, people! When you give yourself gifts, the people in your circles benefit.
So for the upcoming year 2015, straighten up and stay right. Practice. Persist. Push. Prod. Persevere. Please?
Prego. You've been a delight. Hope you enjoyed reading my post. I appreciate you stopping by. Until next time...
Straighten up and fly right,
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top.
Ain't no use in divin',
What's the use in jivin'?
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, don't you blow your top.
Let me officially welcome all of you to the Winter of 2014. According to the 'experts', it promises to be colder than last winter. Really? You mean we get to experience another polar vortex and freeze our cojones (balls) again? Super.
There are many reasons why I've chosen to use Nat King Cole's famous lyrics in this post. They make sense, especially in these frigid temperatures--people lose their patience and get aggravated so easily. The days are shorter and it gets darker sooner. The cold doesn't bring out the 'best' in people. It brings out the worst. We start to hunch when we walk to protect ourselves from the chill, and our desire to hibernate starts to set in. The weather seemingly dictates our moods, and suddenly, we don't 'fly' right. There's a rhythm that we miss: like balmy breezes, patios, and social gatherings that are effortless, as the warm weather permits us to enjoy the great outdoors, in all its glory.
But, not in the winter. If you look around, most of the strangers you see are less than happy and wear sullen looks on their faces. People have to bundle up and bear the harsh temperatures. I totally get it. I'd rather be in shorts and a tank-top. But, what's the use in jivin'? Cool down, papa, don't blow your top.
I've said it before, and I will continue to remind you: Life is too short. In 2014, I've seen angst, heartache, despair, deep loss, sudden trauma. People's lives have been thrown upside-down in the bat of an eyelash. And, what does one do to cope? Anything but face reality. Anything that doesn't make us feel physical and mental anguish. Anything to get numb. But, I'm here to tell you that 2015 is going to be different. How do I know this? Because it's time to change your attitude. It's time to change how you see things.
It's hard to 'fly right', isn't it? To stay on course, to be humble, to be patient, to be loving, to be accepting--it's so easy for us to revert back to behaviors that no longer serve us. Change is extremely difficult. It takes a great deal of fortitude and willingness to make adjustments to our personalities, doesn't it?
I don't like incessant complaining. It makes me irate, because I used to be an incessant complainer. Do you see that? What I once was, I now cannot tolerate. I used to procrastinate, sit on my laurels and just whine about the fact that life dealt me shitty cards. I used to 'numb' myself in ways I'd rather not mention, but let's just say, I was a lost soul. Ain't no use in divin'...
I am pleased to say that after a decade of trial and error, I dug myself out of a hole. I'm not exaggerating one bit. I was at the bottom of the proverbial barrel. I clawed and scratched and clenched and suffered physically. And one day, I straightened up and started to fly right. I sought counsel. I healed myself from the inside-out. I asked for help when I needed it. I brought myself out from the depths of despair. It wasn't an easy journey. But I'm here to tell the tale: I kicked ass and took names. I made a name for myself. I developed a reputation. I earned trust back. I rose above the fray and overcame major hardships. I was proud. I am proud.
So, let me ask you: What makes YOU blow your top? Are you an impatient person? Do you abhor incompetence? Do people get on your nerves easily?
WHY? Ask yourself this question and be LASER about it. Don't dilly-dally, don't sugar-coat, don't embellish. What really pisses you off, and why do you allow it to get under your skin? If life really is too short, then cool down, papa/mama/sista/brotha, don't blow your top. With the holidays around the corner, gift-giving and social gatherings and traffic jams are inevitable. Be patient, this holday season. Practice breathing a little deeper. We don't do enough stretching, as a species. We don't give ourselves enough gifts. Self-care is lacking in a big way, people! When you give yourself gifts, the people in your circles benefit.
So for the upcoming year 2015, straighten up and stay right. Practice. Persist. Push. Prod. Persevere. Please?
Prego. You've been a delight. Hope you enjoyed reading my post. I appreciate you stopping by. Until next time...
Thursday 16 October 2014
Karma's a bitch...
Yesterday, as I was driving home, a police officer pulled me over for turning left in an intersection, just as the light was changing from yellow to red. The nose of my car was already past 'the point of no return', and the cop simply decided to nail me. It took me a few hours after I was handed a hefty fine to calm down. FYI: Did you know that there is now an option on traffic tickets to have your fine reduced, without going to court, if you mail your ticket to your local municipality within 15 days?
I kept mulling over the reason as to WHY I got the ticket. And I thought, if there's a reason for everything, then surely there was some reasonable explanation as to why I got stopped. You know what the reason was? The cop was simply doing his job, and I was the sucker who got caught.
KARMA is a bitch. You live your life trying to do everything right, and some days, it's hard to keep your head above water. Me? I go to work, and I get snarky attitudes from all kinds of people. I walk the streets of Toronto and see doom and gloom on the faces of people walking by me. And you know something? I get it--life's hard and it's a challenge to plaster a smile on your face all the time. There's so much angst and aggression and chaos that exists in our world--why, oh why can't people keep it together?? Because we need to experience the entire spectrum of our emotions. That's karma.
When my grandmother was recently hospitalized, I began to question the universe and G-d. Why did such a lovely, unassuming, thriving lady get struck with a hemorrhagic stroke? What was the lesson my family had to learn from this horrible incident? I'll tell you what it was: the art of patience. We're a tough bunch, my family--we're very vocal and often aggressive. And my grandmother's hardship softened all of us. We had no choice but to 'walk on eggshells' with each other.
Interesting correlation: I believe that the recent lunar eclipse (blood moon) had a major impact on us, as a species. I spoke to many people who felt depleted, dehydrated, deflated and depressed during the week that followed the Oct 8th eclipse. WOW--the cosmos really does have an effect on our moods and well-being. THAT'S KARMA. As hard as it is to grasp, we were all supposed to feel this heaviness. And without difficulty and strife, we would never know what happiness feels like.
When it comes to people I've lost through death or severe illness, I throw my hands in the air from frustration and utter sadness, because we have no control over who goes and who stays. The most amazing people can lose their lives in the blink of an eye, and when their number is up, there's nothing anyone can do to change the course of history. KARMA SUCKS. There are intense lessons to be learned in times of great hardship. We can kick and scream, but, for how long? We have to fight through some agonizing times. We have to survive.
Here's what we all need to do more of: RELAX. SLEEP. INDULGE IN PEACEFUL EXPERIENCES. We need to forget our troubles sometimes and immerse ourselves in beauty. We can't deny ourselves simple pleasures.
We have to allow ourselves to make colossal mistakes. That's how we learn. That's how we mature. If we didn't make errors, how in the world would we know the right way to conduct ourselves?
KARMA bites. Yes, life can take a big bite out of you--but you need to gnaw and claw and inch your way back to the light, where you can sprout into your greatest self. Don't let karma win. Fight back.
I know you have it in you. WE ALL DO.
I kept mulling over the reason as to WHY I got the ticket. And I thought, if there's a reason for everything, then surely there was some reasonable explanation as to why I got stopped. You know what the reason was? The cop was simply doing his job, and I was the sucker who got caught.
KARMA is a bitch. You live your life trying to do everything right, and some days, it's hard to keep your head above water. Me? I go to work, and I get snarky attitudes from all kinds of people. I walk the streets of Toronto and see doom and gloom on the faces of people walking by me. And you know something? I get it--life's hard and it's a challenge to plaster a smile on your face all the time. There's so much angst and aggression and chaos that exists in our world--why, oh why can't people keep it together?? Because we need to experience the entire spectrum of our emotions. That's karma.
When my grandmother was recently hospitalized, I began to question the universe and G-d. Why did such a lovely, unassuming, thriving lady get struck with a hemorrhagic stroke? What was the lesson my family had to learn from this horrible incident? I'll tell you what it was: the art of patience. We're a tough bunch, my family--we're very vocal and often aggressive. And my grandmother's hardship softened all of us. We had no choice but to 'walk on eggshells' with each other.
Interesting correlation: I believe that the recent lunar eclipse (blood moon) had a major impact on us, as a species. I spoke to many people who felt depleted, dehydrated, deflated and depressed during the week that followed the Oct 8th eclipse. WOW--the cosmos really does have an effect on our moods and well-being. THAT'S KARMA. As hard as it is to grasp, we were all supposed to feel this heaviness. And without difficulty and strife, we would never know what happiness feels like.
When it comes to people I've lost through death or severe illness, I throw my hands in the air from frustration and utter sadness, because we have no control over who goes and who stays. The most amazing people can lose their lives in the blink of an eye, and when their number is up, there's nothing anyone can do to change the course of history. KARMA SUCKS. There are intense lessons to be learned in times of great hardship. We can kick and scream, but, for how long? We have to fight through some agonizing times. We have to survive.
Here's what we all need to do more of: RELAX. SLEEP. INDULGE IN PEACEFUL EXPERIENCES. We need to forget our troubles sometimes and immerse ourselves in beauty. We can't deny ourselves simple pleasures.
We have to allow ourselves to make colossal mistakes. That's how we learn. That's how we mature. If we didn't make errors, how in the world would we know the right way to conduct ourselves?
KARMA bites. Yes, life can take a big bite out of you--but you need to gnaw and claw and inch your way back to the light, where you can sprout into your greatest self. Don't let karma win. Fight back.
I know you have it in you. WE ALL DO.
Saturday 13 September 2014
PATIENCE with PATIENTS...
Two heartbreaking life events have taken place in my world in the last year, each one occurring on August 29th. On that date in 2013, I was just coming home from Las Vegas when we got the news that my cousin David passed away. And on that same date just 2 weeks ago, my grandmother suffered a stroke. August 29th is also my father's birthday. So you can see why this particular date is both joyful and painful for me.
When something happens in your life that hits so close to home, it really has a way of shaking you to your core. Losing my cousin David was heart-wrenching for me, because just shy of his 40th birthday, he left us. A year after his passing, I still continue to look at my life and the world around me with different eyes. Similarly, when I got the call that my grandmother had a stroke recently, I was devastated. An 88 year-old energetic beauty who was once independent, was now bed-ridden. Since her admission into the hospital, I have not missed a day seeing her. She is my only living grandparent. I have gone on vacations with this woman. She has a unique and impressive energy that everyone notices. She's a survivor, a nurturer, a quiet and patient individual. And as G-d is my witness, I will do anything in my power to help her through this devastating affliction.
Every morning when I see my Buba (as I lovingly call her), I kiss her face and hands, whisper 'good morning' in her ear, and start massaging her feet. In fact, I've been studying the art of reflexology recently, and have been trying to heal my grandmother with some acupressure. Apparently, certain treatments I've already given her have worked and whether the energy is coming from me or a higher power, she is slowly healing. It will take time, but she will come around. It may not be the exact same quality of life she had before the stroke, but she will be here for another good while, yet.
I've been watching the other patients who share the same room as my grandmother, this week. They don't get the same kind of care as my grandmother does. Why? Because my family is proactive. My grandmother is never left alone, because one of us is always by her side, making sure she's getting proper care. Sadly, I've noticed that the other patients don't get regular visitors too often and the nurses on staff are so busy sometimes, they forget to administer medications and deliver meals on time. Our health care system really does suck.
I never knew how lax the medical world was until I witnessed it with my own eyes. It frightens me, actually. Hospitals are usually dingy, damp and disgusting. People look miserable because all they see day in and day out, is misery. It's no wonder so many of the medical staff I see are overweight, jaded and utterly unhappy with their lives. I've been keeping my eyes wide open these past two weeks and frankly, I'm disheartened with what I see. Yes, hospitals are sad places. But, a lot of the people working in them are quite sad, as well. They hate their jobs. They're impatient, quick to judge and visibly tired.
Doctors are not gods. They do NOT know everything. And it is our job to learn and get educated about our family's ailments. And I firmly believe that when it is your family member who is suffering, you want them to get the best attention and care. That is why my family ROCKS. I've seen so many wonderful and tender moments that have made my heart soar, this week alone. I'm honored to see my mom, my aunt Tami, my uncle Pete, my cousins, my husband and all of our family friends and relatives giving my grandmother attention and well-wishes. It's a beautiful thing...
Patience-- the one trait that so many of us lack. In sickness, one must make efforts to be more patient, because the healing process can often be lengthy. For my Buba, it will take a long while for her to come around. But, she's proven the medical staff wrong since she's been in the hospital, and for that, I am elated. They'd given us some unfavorable prognoses for her recovery in the past few days but already, she has made strides. The simple act of her opening her eyes for more than a few minutes yesterday, made me well up with tears.
I love that woman. She's a strong, dedicated warrior. She makes me so proud. I will not stop offering my healing energy to the lady that I adore. I will continue to practice patience with my favorite patient--she never complains, is gentle, has the softest skin, and expresses her thanks every day, because she's aware and happy that her family is around her. She WILL make it through this.
Dear G-d: Thank you from the depths of my soul, for keeping my BUBA alive. Give her the power to heal from the inside out, one small step at a time, and please keep her with us for years to come.
When something happens in your life that hits so close to home, it really has a way of shaking you to your core. Losing my cousin David was heart-wrenching for me, because just shy of his 40th birthday, he left us. A year after his passing, I still continue to look at my life and the world around me with different eyes. Similarly, when I got the call that my grandmother had a stroke recently, I was devastated. An 88 year-old energetic beauty who was once independent, was now bed-ridden. Since her admission into the hospital, I have not missed a day seeing her. She is my only living grandparent. I have gone on vacations with this woman. She has a unique and impressive energy that everyone notices. She's a survivor, a nurturer, a quiet and patient individual. And as G-d is my witness, I will do anything in my power to help her through this devastating affliction.
Every morning when I see my Buba (as I lovingly call her), I kiss her face and hands, whisper 'good morning' in her ear, and start massaging her feet. In fact, I've been studying the art of reflexology recently, and have been trying to heal my grandmother with some acupressure. Apparently, certain treatments I've already given her have worked and whether the energy is coming from me or a higher power, she is slowly healing. It will take time, but she will come around. It may not be the exact same quality of life she had before the stroke, but she will be here for another good while, yet.
I've been watching the other patients who share the same room as my grandmother, this week. They don't get the same kind of care as my grandmother does. Why? Because my family is proactive. My grandmother is never left alone, because one of us is always by her side, making sure she's getting proper care. Sadly, I've noticed that the other patients don't get regular visitors too often and the nurses on staff are so busy sometimes, they forget to administer medications and deliver meals on time. Our health care system really does suck.
I never knew how lax the medical world was until I witnessed it with my own eyes. It frightens me, actually. Hospitals are usually dingy, damp and disgusting. People look miserable because all they see day in and day out, is misery. It's no wonder so many of the medical staff I see are overweight, jaded and utterly unhappy with their lives. I've been keeping my eyes wide open these past two weeks and frankly, I'm disheartened with what I see. Yes, hospitals are sad places. But, a lot of the people working in them are quite sad, as well. They hate their jobs. They're impatient, quick to judge and visibly tired.
Doctors are not gods. They do NOT know everything. And it is our job to learn and get educated about our family's ailments. And I firmly believe that when it is your family member who is suffering, you want them to get the best attention and care. That is why my family ROCKS. I've seen so many wonderful and tender moments that have made my heart soar, this week alone. I'm honored to see my mom, my aunt Tami, my uncle Pete, my cousins, my husband and all of our family friends and relatives giving my grandmother attention and well-wishes. It's a beautiful thing...
Patience-- the one trait that so many of us lack. In sickness, one must make efforts to be more patient, because the healing process can often be lengthy. For my Buba, it will take a long while for her to come around. But, she's proven the medical staff wrong since she's been in the hospital, and for that, I am elated. They'd given us some unfavorable prognoses for her recovery in the past few days but already, she has made strides. The simple act of her opening her eyes for more than a few minutes yesterday, made me well up with tears.
I love that woman. She's a strong, dedicated warrior. She makes me so proud. I will not stop offering my healing energy to the lady that I adore. I will continue to practice patience with my favorite patient--she never complains, is gentle, has the softest skin, and expresses her thanks every day, because she's aware and happy that her family is around her. She WILL make it through this.
Dear G-d: Thank you from the depths of my soul, for keeping my BUBA alive. Give her the power to heal from the inside out, one small step at a time, and please keep her with us for years to come.
Tuesday 12 August 2014
When you look in the MIRROR, what do you SEE?
This past weekend, I attended the Can-Fit-Pro fitness conference and tradeshow, which takes place every August in downtown Toronto. I can't accurately describe what this event does for my soul, but I thrive when I'm around thousands of other like-minded fitness professionals and for three straight days, I absorb everything around me. There is so much 'eye candy' at this convention, it's startling. My brain and body are physically challenged and I get so much pleasure out of networking and learning brand new concepts in the industry. For me, it's electrifying. In a nutshell, it's comparable to a summer camp for adults.
I met a ton of phenomenal people this year, and it was also exciting to run into people that I used to work with from the past. I attended some incredible sessions, some of which were master classes, others were informative lectures. All in all, I took everything I learned back home with me. The adrenaline that was coursing through my veins post-conference, was outstanding. Even some of my friends took notice of my super-charged energy and unwavering enthusiasm as I described my experiences.
That's what I want to be remembered for. I think it's important to leave your mark on the world--to have such a deep love for life and what you do, that it seeps out of your pores and people sit up and take notice. But, here's the kicker: It has to be genuine. NO COVER-UPS. NO FACADES. JUST THE NAKED TRUTH.
You know when I discovered that fitness was the right path for me? When I started to sleep well at night, and my stomach wasn't constantly hurting. When I attracted the right people into my life. When I listened to my inner voice that applauded me for my efforts without external validation. All good signs, right? I took all the negativity and threw it out the window. It was a heavy load, but I changed for the better.
I wonder if anyone else I met over the weekend was putting on a front and not being true to themselves..I bet there were multitudes of people carrying grief, angst, insecurity and negativity. And that made me a little sad. In a venue that promotes strength, well-being and gaining self-confidence, the masses still carry the weight of the world on their shoulders.
True story: I met a unique fellow this weekend who had a powerful impact on me. We hit it off instantly, like we'd known each other forever. It's rare that I meet someone who I connect with so immediately, so I wanted to get to know him and find out what makes him tick. Being fairly intuitive, I sensed that this person was being genuine and forthright in our conversations. But there was something about him that I couldn't put my finger on...
Without going into a long story, I received an e-mail from him the following day that confirmed my suspicion--he told me something in writing that he was ashamed to tell me in person. He thought that I'd be thrown off if I knew the truth when we were face-to-face. NOT EVEN CLOSE.
In fact, I admired him that much more for being vulnerable and brutally honest with me. I didn't care that he couldn't tell me his full story in person; it mattered that he cared enough about me and our new friendship to be honest via e-mail. Words can sometimes be spoken and forgotten, but the written word is forever. I like him even more now, because of his candor.
So, let me ask you, my readers: When you look in the mirror, what do you see? Are your eyes lit up with your truth, or are you covering up your reality with a bunch of lies?
Everyone you encounter has stories, some of which are easily shared, while others are carefully hidden. But the heavy past that we bury can sometimes hurt us, deeply and profoundly. We only trust certain people with our 'baggage' and are quite wary of our acquaintances discovering our secrets. We put on masks to cover-up our pain. We pretend like everything is status quo, when in reality, everything seems out of control. I know how that feels, first hand. BEEN THERE, DONE THAT.
It's easy to judge people for their wrongdoings and foibles. It's not easy to be forgiving and understanding. But, when you look in the mirror, you have to at least like what you see. You should be able to see yourself as a person of strength and integrity and allow yourself to make mistakes and have setbacks. Life is already too hard without beating yourself to a pulp for being imperfect. After all, who really cares? LET GO A LITTLE. Mistakes are necessary stepping stones to becoming a better you!
BE AUTHENTIC. People cannot connect with you if you're constantly trying to hide from yourself. And this becomes a truly toxic situation the minute they become attached to your false persona. So remember, no matter what age, race, sex, or sexuality you are, underneath all your external decorations you are a pure, beautiful being--each and every one of us are. We each have light to shine, and missions to accomplish. Celebrate being different, off the beaten path, a little on the weird side, your own special creation. If you find yourself feeling like a fish out of water, by all means find a new river to swim in. But do not change who you are; BE who you are. Don’t deny yourself, improve yourself.
I met a ton of phenomenal people this year, and it was also exciting to run into people that I used to work with from the past. I attended some incredible sessions, some of which were master classes, others were informative lectures. All in all, I took everything I learned back home with me. The adrenaline that was coursing through my veins post-conference, was outstanding. Even some of my friends took notice of my super-charged energy and unwavering enthusiasm as I described my experiences.
That's what I want to be remembered for. I think it's important to leave your mark on the world--to have such a deep love for life and what you do, that it seeps out of your pores and people sit up and take notice. But, here's the kicker: It has to be genuine. NO COVER-UPS. NO FACADES. JUST THE NAKED TRUTH.
You know when I discovered that fitness was the right path for me? When I started to sleep well at night, and my stomach wasn't constantly hurting. When I attracted the right people into my life. When I listened to my inner voice that applauded me for my efforts without external validation. All good signs, right? I took all the negativity and threw it out the window. It was a heavy load, but I changed for the better.
I wonder if anyone else I met over the weekend was putting on a front and not being true to themselves..I bet there were multitudes of people carrying grief, angst, insecurity and negativity. And that made me a little sad. In a venue that promotes strength, well-being and gaining self-confidence, the masses still carry the weight of the world on their shoulders.
True story: I met a unique fellow this weekend who had a powerful impact on me. We hit it off instantly, like we'd known each other forever. It's rare that I meet someone who I connect with so immediately, so I wanted to get to know him and find out what makes him tick. Being fairly intuitive, I sensed that this person was being genuine and forthright in our conversations. But there was something about him that I couldn't put my finger on...
Without going into a long story, I received an e-mail from him the following day that confirmed my suspicion--he told me something in writing that he was ashamed to tell me in person. He thought that I'd be thrown off if I knew the truth when we were face-to-face. NOT EVEN CLOSE.
In fact, I admired him that much more for being vulnerable and brutally honest with me. I didn't care that he couldn't tell me his full story in person; it mattered that he cared enough about me and our new friendship to be honest via e-mail. Words can sometimes be spoken and forgotten, but the written word is forever. I like him even more now, because of his candor.
So, let me ask you, my readers: When you look in the mirror, what do you see? Are your eyes lit up with your truth, or are you covering up your reality with a bunch of lies?
Everyone you encounter has stories, some of which are easily shared, while others are carefully hidden. But the heavy past that we bury can sometimes hurt us, deeply and profoundly. We only trust certain people with our 'baggage' and are quite wary of our acquaintances discovering our secrets. We put on masks to cover-up our pain. We pretend like everything is status quo, when in reality, everything seems out of control. I know how that feels, first hand. BEEN THERE, DONE THAT.
It's easy to judge people for their wrongdoings and foibles. It's not easy to be forgiving and understanding. But, when you look in the mirror, you have to at least like what you see. You should be able to see yourself as a person of strength and integrity and allow yourself to make mistakes and have setbacks. Life is already too hard without beating yourself to a pulp for being imperfect. After all, who really cares? LET GO A LITTLE. Mistakes are necessary stepping stones to becoming a better you!
BE AUTHENTIC. People cannot connect with you if you're constantly trying to hide from yourself. And this becomes a truly toxic situation the minute they become attached to your false persona. So remember, no matter what age, race, sex, or sexuality you are, underneath all your external decorations you are a pure, beautiful being--each and every one of us are. We each have light to shine, and missions to accomplish. Celebrate being different, off the beaten path, a little on the weird side, your own special creation. If you find yourself feeling like a fish out of water, by all means find a new river to swim in. But do not change who you are; BE who you are. Don’t deny yourself, improve yourself.
Monday 14 July 2014
'BITE THE BULLET'
The month of June was a tough one for me, folks. Usually when summer begins, I am filled with such zest and vitality. It's the kind of energy which I'm thankful to say, comes from an overall healthy lifestyle and a regular exercise regime. My job allows me a life of purpose and passion. People rely on me for creativity, motivation and inspiration. And I'm more than happy to administer my abundant enthusiasm for good living. But honestly, there are days when I need a 'booster shot' from others, and it isn't always readily available.
Without going into any detail, I had an incident in the workplace a few weeks ago, which I had to lodge a complaint for. It was something that caused me a great deal of anguish, because I had to talk to the 'higher-ups' and report unusual behaviour from a man I've known for decades. He's not my friend--he's merely an acquaintance. Even so, it was something that I needed to do to ensure that it would never again happen. And because I spoke up, it worked.
When faced with a stressful situation, most people cower, hide and harbor painful emotions. Anger and fear ensue. Not me! After going through a decade of anger and fear, I've had more than my fill. I want a life of tranquility. And I realized in time, that it's an inside job.
Not a lot of people know this, but I have a temper that tends to match my hair color--BLAZING RED. If left unattended, it can scorch anyone in its path. I no longer wish to injure, harm or make judgements. I want to inject passion and happiness into people's veins. I'm the type of person who needs to keep her anger 'in-check', regularly and often. I used to burn bridges and now, I just want to construct them.
Sometimes, life throws us curveballs and we have to react. Most folks are emotional creatures, and wear their hearts on their sleeves. I am one of those people. I used to put on such a cool front, so the outside world couldn't see my anguish and desperation. I had a hard time liking myself for the longest time. And after many years of experimentation and making lots of mistakes, I finally found my flow.
Life is not easy. It is hard. It is the toughest road you will ever travel. And no one gets out alive. Remember that YOUR happiness is never dependant on something else or someone else. You have to genuinely LOVE who you are, or no one else will. For ten years, I hated myself. I didn't like what I was doing, how I was speaking, who I was attracting, where I was going. And I couldn't figure out why I was losing friends, losing motivation and losing my mind.
But guess what? I changed. People CAN change. Not everyone, mind you, but most. I wanted to change, as challenging as it was for me. I had a deep desire for a different perspective and a fresh outlook. I needed to come to grips with the fact that the road of life would sometimes be paved with difficulty and strife. And we all have to roll with the punches and occasionally 'bite the bullet'. Through thick and thin, good and bad, pretty and ugly....
If there's something troubling you right now as you read my words, let me ask you this: Why are you holding onto it? Is there a resolution that can be reached? Can you speak your mind and open up to a good friend or family member about it? And if not, WHY NOT?
Fear is a killer. It will mess you up, every single time if you let it. If you change your thinking and allow fear to trickle through your system anyway, you will make it clear to the other side. YOU WILL. You must believe in your ability to persevere and shine through.
To cap off, I wanted to share this expression that I've heard and even uttered many times in my life. It's quick, accurate and a little blunt, so, pardon me:
SHIT OR GET OFF THE POT. DO WHAT YOU NEED TO DO, AS PAINFUL AND UNCOMFORTABLE AS IT MAY BE, TO BE THE HAPPIEST, HEALTHIEST, MOST ABUNDANT AND SELF-ASSURED PERSON YOU KNOW.
DO IT.
Without going into any detail, I had an incident in the workplace a few weeks ago, which I had to lodge a complaint for. It was something that caused me a great deal of anguish, because I had to talk to the 'higher-ups' and report unusual behaviour from a man I've known for decades. He's not my friend--he's merely an acquaintance. Even so, it was something that I needed to do to ensure that it would never again happen. And because I spoke up, it worked.
When faced with a stressful situation, most people cower, hide and harbor painful emotions. Anger and fear ensue. Not me! After going through a decade of anger and fear, I've had more than my fill. I want a life of tranquility. And I realized in time, that it's an inside job.
Not a lot of people know this, but I have a temper that tends to match my hair color--BLAZING RED. If left unattended, it can scorch anyone in its path. I no longer wish to injure, harm or make judgements. I want to inject passion and happiness into people's veins. I'm the type of person who needs to keep her anger 'in-check', regularly and often. I used to burn bridges and now, I just want to construct them.
Sometimes, life throws us curveballs and we have to react. Most folks are emotional creatures, and wear their hearts on their sleeves. I am one of those people. I used to put on such a cool front, so the outside world couldn't see my anguish and desperation. I had a hard time liking myself for the longest time. And after many years of experimentation and making lots of mistakes, I finally found my flow.
Life is not easy. It is hard. It is the toughest road you will ever travel. And no one gets out alive. Remember that YOUR happiness is never dependant on something else or someone else. You have to genuinely LOVE who you are, or no one else will. For ten years, I hated myself. I didn't like what I was doing, how I was speaking, who I was attracting, where I was going. And I couldn't figure out why I was losing friends, losing motivation and losing my mind.
But guess what? I changed. People CAN change. Not everyone, mind you, but most. I wanted to change, as challenging as it was for me. I had a deep desire for a different perspective and a fresh outlook. I needed to come to grips with the fact that the road of life would sometimes be paved with difficulty and strife. And we all have to roll with the punches and occasionally 'bite the bullet'. Through thick and thin, good and bad, pretty and ugly....
If there's something troubling you right now as you read my words, let me ask you this: Why are you holding onto it? Is there a resolution that can be reached? Can you speak your mind and open up to a good friend or family member about it? And if not, WHY NOT?
Fear is a killer. It will mess you up, every single time if you let it. If you change your thinking and allow fear to trickle through your system anyway, you will make it clear to the other side. YOU WILL. You must believe in your ability to persevere and shine through.
To cap off, I wanted to share this expression that I've heard and even uttered many times in my life. It's quick, accurate and a little blunt, so, pardon me:
SHIT OR GET OFF THE POT. DO WHAT YOU NEED TO DO, AS PAINFUL AND UNCOMFORTABLE AS IT MAY BE, TO BE THE HAPPIEST, HEALTHIEST, MOST ABUNDANT AND SELF-ASSURED PERSON YOU KNOW.
DO IT.
Friday 2 May 2014
You'd better check yourself, before you wreck yourself...
I know what depression feels like. I've been there. I've known ten years of ups, downs and the proverbial 'see-saw' effect. Let me tell you, if anyone knows what sadness, gloom and despair looks and feels like, I DO.
What I find perplexing is that ten years ago, I dealt with my stress and anxiety in a totally different manner than I do today. I used to be afraid of my own shadow. I would avoid public places because I was afraid of being seen. I used to be overweight, and for someone who worked avidly in the fitness industry, to me, that was a major no-no. And why did I view myself so negatively, you might ask? Because I was obsessed with an image. I thought I had to look, act and behave a certain way to garner attention and admiration from others. Boy, was I wrong. If I knew in my 30's what I know today, my life would have taken on a totally different meaning. I've gone through my own version of hell and back, and I can honestly say, that if anyone reading this is experiencing any undue heartache, regret, pain or anguish for any reason, there is a way out. You have to constantly tweak your lifestyle, backwards and forwards, to find your true path. And believe me, it's the toughest road you'll ever travel.
To be frank, I've had my vices. When I was in the thick of my sadness, I used to sleep all day to avoid confrontation. I wasted a lot of time. I can only recall that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, nearly every morning, that constantly screamed, 'Stop this lunacy, Stephanie!"
My dreams are very vivid and frightening. I still have visions of myself, at my worst, out of control, without purpose. And every morning, I shrug it off--because I know I'm past all that garbage and mayhem. I'm rather proud of myself and my accomplishments, because I'm aware that I've really come a long way.
Before I settled down with the man of my dreams, I used to live on my own in a condo and frankly, I hated it. The first few years were liberating, because I relished in the idea of having my own place, but the last few years were excruciating. I really believe that a higher power had a plan designed especially for me, because he saw that I was getting really close to 'the edge'. I know it sounds a little crazy...but someone or something was watching over me.
You know what I did one morning in the midst of my despair? I stared deeply into my eyes in the mirror for a few minutes, without looking away. It was something I had never done, before. I was transfixed. What I eventually saw was a vision of myself as an older woman. It scared the crap out of me. I looked ragged, withdrawn, gaunt, withered. It was then and there that I realized my ultimate goal. I knew I had to press forward, despite my agony and hardship. I had to get out of this vortex.
And so I did. Every day, I woke up with a new-found purpose. I'd go on my laptop and begin writing daily words of wisdom on Facebook. I began to eat healthfully and drink more water than usual. I practiced yoga and stretched. I began to come out of my shell and interact with others. I went for weekly counselling. I opened my mouth and expressed my feelings; something I was afraid to do for so many decades. And you know something? With trial and error, IT WORKED.
Do a scan, right now. Are you full of fear, regret, anguish or trepidation? Do you want to change? Do you feel a tightness in your core, begging you to make a move? Guess what? That's your body and mind trying to harmonize and get on the same page. Honor that. Listen to what your gut says.
You'd better check yourself, before you wreck yourself. Speaking from experience, I know how it feels to be at the bottom of the barrel. DO NOT ALLOW YOURSELF TO SINK TO DEPTHS YOU CANNOT SWIM OUT OF. Save yourself. Talk. Open up.
You'll be glad you did. Believe me. You may not be able to see the forest through the trees yet, but eventually, your horizon will be clear, magnificent and full of blazing sunlight.
Now, off you go....
What I find perplexing is that ten years ago, I dealt with my stress and anxiety in a totally different manner than I do today. I used to be afraid of my own shadow. I would avoid public places because I was afraid of being seen. I used to be overweight, and for someone who worked avidly in the fitness industry, to me, that was a major no-no. And why did I view myself so negatively, you might ask? Because I was obsessed with an image. I thought I had to look, act and behave a certain way to garner attention and admiration from others. Boy, was I wrong. If I knew in my 30's what I know today, my life would have taken on a totally different meaning. I've gone through my own version of hell and back, and I can honestly say, that if anyone reading this is experiencing any undue heartache, regret, pain or anguish for any reason, there is a way out. You have to constantly tweak your lifestyle, backwards and forwards, to find your true path. And believe me, it's the toughest road you'll ever travel.
To be frank, I've had my vices. When I was in the thick of my sadness, I used to sleep all day to avoid confrontation. I wasted a lot of time. I can only recall that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, nearly every morning, that constantly screamed, 'Stop this lunacy, Stephanie!"
My dreams are very vivid and frightening. I still have visions of myself, at my worst, out of control, without purpose. And every morning, I shrug it off--because I know I'm past all that garbage and mayhem. I'm rather proud of myself and my accomplishments, because I'm aware that I've really come a long way.
Before I settled down with the man of my dreams, I used to live on my own in a condo and frankly, I hated it. The first few years were liberating, because I relished in the idea of having my own place, but the last few years were excruciating. I really believe that a higher power had a plan designed especially for me, because he saw that I was getting really close to 'the edge'. I know it sounds a little crazy...but someone or something was watching over me.
You know what I did one morning in the midst of my despair? I stared deeply into my eyes in the mirror for a few minutes, without looking away. It was something I had never done, before. I was transfixed. What I eventually saw was a vision of myself as an older woman. It scared the crap out of me. I looked ragged, withdrawn, gaunt, withered. It was then and there that I realized my ultimate goal. I knew I had to press forward, despite my agony and hardship. I had to get out of this vortex.
And so I did. Every day, I woke up with a new-found purpose. I'd go on my laptop and begin writing daily words of wisdom on Facebook. I began to eat healthfully and drink more water than usual. I practiced yoga and stretched. I began to come out of my shell and interact with others. I went for weekly counselling. I opened my mouth and expressed my feelings; something I was afraid to do for so many decades. And you know something? With trial and error, IT WORKED.
Do a scan, right now. Are you full of fear, regret, anguish or trepidation? Do you want to change? Do you feel a tightness in your core, begging you to make a move? Guess what? That's your body and mind trying to harmonize and get on the same page. Honor that. Listen to what your gut says.
You'd better check yourself, before you wreck yourself. Speaking from experience, I know how it feels to be at the bottom of the barrel. DO NOT ALLOW YOURSELF TO SINK TO DEPTHS YOU CANNOT SWIM OUT OF. Save yourself. Talk. Open up.
You'll be glad you did. Believe me. You may not be able to see the forest through the trees yet, but eventually, your horizon will be clear, magnificent and full of blazing sunlight.
Now, off you go....
Wednesday 9 April 2014
Nature VS. Nintendo...WHO WINS?
The year was 1978. I was 6 years old, and my father came home after work one day and gave me a toy that I literally rode into the ground. It was a 'Big Wheel'. I put sparkly stickers all over it, so I could always decipher which one was mine. Everyone I knew had one. It was the highlight of my youth, to ride that bike every single day.
Today I see 6 year old kids with tablets, 'Game Boys', iPods and other fancy gizmos. It really isn't that shocking to me anymore. I scoffed when I recently saw a toddler at the mall, in his stroller, holding a tablet in his lap and staring at it, hypnotically. Technology has definitely changed the course of history and the generations to come will most certainly acquire more toys and gadgets. As a consequence, they will also have difficulties making adjustments in the REAL world.
Lately, every teenager I see has a cell phone, and all these kids do is compete with each other. Popularity contests are still won by wearing the latest fashions and vying for attention from members of the opposite sex. Life is way too short for that shallow bullshit. Too much time is spent worrying about stuff that won't matter to these kids in a year from now.
I read an amazing article in the 'Globe and Mail' newspaper last week entitled, "Nature VS. Nintendo". It blew my mind. In short, it mentioned how today's generation is intensely addicted to the Internet, because it's the easiest way to communicate with their peers. What's even more upsetting, is that they're spending less and less time outdoors and they're not getting enough regular exercise. Obesity rates are escalating at an alarming rate.
In 1982, when I was 10, all I did was play outside. I had a bunch of friends at the time, who loved building forts in the winter, playing 'hide and seek', spending hours in the park. I would come home dirty and stinking and I felt so happy, because I knew I'd have the chance to do it all over again, the following day.
I wonder if the majority of today's 10 year-old kids have that kind of motivation and willingness to go outside and play, not because they HAVE to, but because they truly WANT to. My guess is, not a huge percentage would opt for being outdoors, in nature. They'd rather run to their game consoles, sit on their asses and munch on chips.
As a fitness professional, I hate hearing/seeing parents enable their children as they gaze mindlessly at a television screen or play video games for hours on end. What a great way to dull the mind! Honestly, when I see a young person who is overweight, I just want to weep. I wonder if they have good influences at home. Life is hard enough as it is, and technology seems to be making a lot of things easier. But today's kids are stressed, deeply sad, and some are even committing suicide because of peer pressure and bullying. Guess what? Technology is partly to blame for the chaos and destruction of today's generation. It's getting WORSE.
I'm not a parent, so I really don't have the frame of reference that some of you reading this, do. I simply wish for parents to be a better influence for their children. Sure, rules are meant to be broken, and mistakes will most assuredly be made. But, it's our job to inspire our youth, and encourage them to accept challenges, and take on new tasks, and engage themselves in anything that will stimulate their minds in a positive way, so we can steer them away from their televisions, game consoles and computer screens.
Generally speaking, most kids today are unhealthy. They eat so poorly. They get minimal exercise. They look for what's convenient and easy. And you know something? It's such a shame, because it's these kids who will inevitably shape and mould our future generations. I kid you not, the future looks bleak...
If you are a parent and you're reading this, and your kids use technology more than YOU do, it's time to redirect them into the great outdoors. Now that spring is looming, make sure your kids have balance in their lives. Get them to open their eyes to possibilities they likely can't see themselves. Encourage them to broaden their horizons. Influence them to jump into the unknown. Believe me, the Internet will always be there. It's only going to get bigger.
So, WHO WINS? Nature or Nintendo?
Today I see 6 year old kids with tablets, 'Game Boys', iPods and other fancy gizmos. It really isn't that shocking to me anymore. I scoffed when I recently saw a toddler at the mall, in his stroller, holding a tablet in his lap and staring at it, hypnotically. Technology has definitely changed the course of history and the generations to come will most certainly acquire more toys and gadgets. As a consequence, they will also have difficulties making adjustments in the REAL world.
Lately, every teenager I see has a cell phone, and all these kids do is compete with each other. Popularity contests are still won by wearing the latest fashions and vying for attention from members of the opposite sex. Life is way too short for that shallow bullshit. Too much time is spent worrying about stuff that won't matter to these kids in a year from now.
I read an amazing article in the 'Globe and Mail' newspaper last week entitled, "Nature VS. Nintendo". It blew my mind. In short, it mentioned how today's generation is intensely addicted to the Internet, because it's the easiest way to communicate with their peers. What's even more upsetting, is that they're spending less and less time outdoors and they're not getting enough regular exercise. Obesity rates are escalating at an alarming rate.
In 1982, when I was 10, all I did was play outside. I had a bunch of friends at the time, who loved building forts in the winter, playing 'hide and seek', spending hours in the park. I would come home dirty and stinking and I felt so happy, because I knew I'd have the chance to do it all over again, the following day.
I wonder if the majority of today's 10 year-old kids have that kind of motivation and willingness to go outside and play, not because they HAVE to, but because they truly WANT to. My guess is, not a huge percentage would opt for being outdoors, in nature. They'd rather run to their game consoles, sit on their asses and munch on chips.
As a fitness professional, I hate hearing/seeing parents enable their children as they gaze mindlessly at a television screen or play video games for hours on end. What a great way to dull the mind! Honestly, when I see a young person who is overweight, I just want to weep. I wonder if they have good influences at home. Life is hard enough as it is, and technology seems to be making a lot of things easier. But today's kids are stressed, deeply sad, and some are even committing suicide because of peer pressure and bullying. Guess what? Technology is partly to blame for the chaos and destruction of today's generation. It's getting WORSE.
I'm not a parent, so I really don't have the frame of reference that some of you reading this, do. I simply wish for parents to be a better influence for their children. Sure, rules are meant to be broken, and mistakes will most assuredly be made. But, it's our job to inspire our youth, and encourage them to accept challenges, and take on new tasks, and engage themselves in anything that will stimulate their minds in a positive way, so we can steer them away from their televisions, game consoles and computer screens.
Generally speaking, most kids today are unhealthy. They eat so poorly. They get minimal exercise. They look for what's convenient and easy. And you know something? It's such a shame, because it's these kids who will inevitably shape and mould our future generations. I kid you not, the future looks bleak...
If you are a parent and you're reading this, and your kids use technology more than YOU do, it's time to redirect them into the great outdoors. Now that spring is looming, make sure your kids have balance in their lives. Get them to open their eyes to possibilities they likely can't see themselves. Encourage them to broaden their horizons. Influence them to jump into the unknown. Believe me, the Internet will always be there. It's only going to get bigger.
So, WHO WINS? Nature or Nintendo?
Friday 21 March 2014
Gripes? I have a few...
On Facebook, I'm usually the gal that posts daily, inspiring updates for my readers. Today, I need to vent. I need to write about some of the things that I've been annoyed with. I need to clear the air.
So for this particular blog post, I'm going to tell it like it is. I'm likely going to push a few buttons, or perhaps offend a few people, but my sole intention is to express how I feel. These are my personal opinions. Take them with a grain of salt. Remember that everyone has gripes and frustrations and has the freedom to express themselves. Hopefully, with a little tact.
These are some of mine:
1. I've been in the fitness industry for a long time and I have seen my fair share of nonsense. But lately, I've been speaking to a lot of women, primarily, who are having major issues and concerns with 'the number on the scale.' I cannot begin to tell you how much this topic irks me. It's clear that certain people's self-esteem rides solely on the numbers they see, and I would wager that the rest of their day is shot, afterwards. Pity.
I have never owned a scale because I absolutely abhor the idea of them. Some people I know are utterly obsessive about having one in their home. My mother taught me a very good lesson when I was a teenager going through my body image issues. She always told me to gauge my weight by how well my clothes fit. If my jeans became too uncomfortable to wear, for example, I'd know that I needed to do something different to garner a different result. Less sweets, more movement.
Seriously, the only time one should be weighed, is during their yearly physical. Having a scale in your home is hazardous. It's a mood killer, it destroys self-worth and it certainly isn't an accurate depiction of progress or optimal health. Scales for home-use need to be put to death.
2. It bothers me a great deal when I go grocery shopping and observe the kind of drivel people fill their carts with. I shudder when I only see pre-packaged foods with hardly any produce. I would assume that most of these folks are educated but truly don't give a shit about what they put into their bodies. If moods and foods are linked, frankly our society is a bloody mess. It's no wonder that most people are easily irritated, have regular joint and/or muscle pain and are extremely lethargic and unhappy.
I have trained myself to read food labels and keep current with all things related to good nutrition, but I honestly love my junk food: chips, chocolate and cookies. I have a lifestyle that honors indulgence. I hate hearing some of the ways people punish themselves with food/exercise and the lengths they go to for a desired look. It's troubling, to say the least. This topic about sustenance highlights my first point about scales and weight management, but to a deeper degree. We really need to smarten up as a society, because we're failing miserably. But, we can learn from our mistakes and make lasting changes. I always say if you want it bad enough, it can be yours. Self-education is key. Don't ever stop learning. Stay abreast of recent studies and information relating to health and well-being. You'll live a hell of a lot longer, if you do.
3. When I was in high school and cliques were rampant, I never joined one. I hated how everyone spoke, with a 'jappy' twang and a 'holier-than-thou' attitude. Everyone dressed alike and I immediately got turned off. I wanted to be a unique individual without having to conform to that bullshit. Today, everyone from that era still talks the same, dresses the same and complains about the same things. Whatever happened to originality and being respected for being a little unusual?
It makes me sick when I hear asinine gossip, especially coming out of the mouths of 'mature' adults. I wish some people could hear recordings of themselves. They sound like sheep. There will always be back-stabbers, I'm sure, but there's such a thing as decorum, which seems to be a missing gene in most adults. I wish people were more real and not afraid to be vulnerable. I respond better to people who show me their weaknesses.
4. Because I've been through my own personal hell, I can speak from experience on this particular point. Holding on to bad relationships of any kind, is similar to being in a torture chamber. Why would anyone inflict that kind of hardship and anguish on themselves? Because we're a hopeful lot. We believe in the greater good of humanity. We so desperately cling to the idea that people will change just for us. It's a lie! I have been through many friends in my life, fallen in love a couple of times and had ten years of self-esteem issues and I can honestly say, that if something or someone gives you grief in any form, you must be strong enough to walk away. I can't begin to comprehend what kind of torment I put my organs through, during my most difficult years. If I can spare anyone reading this of a similar situation, I plead with you, save yourself from years of grief. Your health is #1. It's not selfish at all, to think of yourself in this case. It's absolutely VITAL.
5. What good is complaining, REALLY? I think most people just want to be heard and have others side with them. I always insist that if you complain about something, but don't do anything to change it, then you should keep your trap shut. Better to stew in your own filth than to get everyone else dirty with your ridiculous rhetoric. I work in an industry that is chock-full of people offering up commentary and constructive (so they claim) criticism. My question is: Why don't more people have built-in filters, so that when they intend to spew hostile words at someone, the filter acts as a plug and prevents them from uttering sounds? Wouldn't that be glorious? Since we live in a cruel, harsh world, it can't really be avoided. But you can smile, walk away and wish them a pleasant day. Some folks need all the help they can get.
I think that's it for my spewing, today.
Again, I'm sorry if the aforementioned list has caused any upset. I'm still hoping you enjoyed my posting today, despite my bickering. I bid you all a good weekend, and may I officially welcome you to your first official day of spring. I bet you can't wait for it to finally get here.
ME TOO!
All the best.
So for this particular blog post, I'm going to tell it like it is. I'm likely going to push a few buttons, or perhaps offend a few people, but my sole intention is to express how I feel. These are my personal opinions. Take them with a grain of salt. Remember that everyone has gripes and frustrations and has the freedom to express themselves. Hopefully, with a little tact.
These are some of mine:
1. I've been in the fitness industry for a long time and I have seen my fair share of nonsense. But lately, I've been speaking to a lot of women, primarily, who are having major issues and concerns with 'the number on the scale.' I cannot begin to tell you how much this topic irks me. It's clear that certain people's self-esteem rides solely on the numbers they see, and I would wager that the rest of their day is shot, afterwards. Pity.
I have never owned a scale because I absolutely abhor the idea of them. Some people I know are utterly obsessive about having one in their home. My mother taught me a very good lesson when I was a teenager going through my body image issues. She always told me to gauge my weight by how well my clothes fit. If my jeans became too uncomfortable to wear, for example, I'd know that I needed to do something different to garner a different result. Less sweets, more movement.
Seriously, the only time one should be weighed, is during their yearly physical. Having a scale in your home is hazardous. It's a mood killer, it destroys self-worth and it certainly isn't an accurate depiction of progress or optimal health. Scales for home-use need to be put to death.
2. It bothers me a great deal when I go grocery shopping and observe the kind of drivel people fill their carts with. I shudder when I only see pre-packaged foods with hardly any produce. I would assume that most of these folks are educated but truly don't give a shit about what they put into their bodies. If moods and foods are linked, frankly our society is a bloody mess. It's no wonder that most people are easily irritated, have regular joint and/or muscle pain and are extremely lethargic and unhappy.
I have trained myself to read food labels and keep current with all things related to good nutrition, but I honestly love my junk food: chips, chocolate and cookies. I have a lifestyle that honors indulgence. I hate hearing some of the ways people punish themselves with food/exercise and the lengths they go to for a desired look. It's troubling, to say the least. This topic about sustenance highlights my first point about scales and weight management, but to a deeper degree. We really need to smarten up as a society, because we're failing miserably. But, we can learn from our mistakes and make lasting changes. I always say if you want it bad enough, it can be yours. Self-education is key. Don't ever stop learning. Stay abreast of recent studies and information relating to health and well-being. You'll live a hell of a lot longer, if you do.
3. When I was in high school and cliques were rampant, I never joined one. I hated how everyone spoke, with a 'jappy' twang and a 'holier-than-thou' attitude. Everyone dressed alike and I immediately got turned off. I wanted to be a unique individual without having to conform to that bullshit. Today, everyone from that era still talks the same, dresses the same and complains about the same things. Whatever happened to originality and being respected for being a little unusual?
It makes me sick when I hear asinine gossip, especially coming out of the mouths of 'mature' adults. I wish some people could hear recordings of themselves. They sound like sheep. There will always be back-stabbers, I'm sure, but there's such a thing as decorum, which seems to be a missing gene in most adults. I wish people were more real and not afraid to be vulnerable. I respond better to people who show me their weaknesses.
4. Because I've been through my own personal hell, I can speak from experience on this particular point. Holding on to bad relationships of any kind, is similar to being in a torture chamber. Why would anyone inflict that kind of hardship and anguish on themselves? Because we're a hopeful lot. We believe in the greater good of humanity. We so desperately cling to the idea that people will change just for us. It's a lie! I have been through many friends in my life, fallen in love a couple of times and had ten years of self-esteem issues and I can honestly say, that if something or someone gives you grief in any form, you must be strong enough to walk away. I can't begin to comprehend what kind of torment I put my organs through, during my most difficult years. If I can spare anyone reading this of a similar situation, I plead with you, save yourself from years of grief. Your health is #1. It's not selfish at all, to think of yourself in this case. It's absolutely VITAL.
5. What good is complaining, REALLY? I think most people just want to be heard and have others side with them. I always insist that if you complain about something, but don't do anything to change it, then you should keep your trap shut. Better to stew in your own filth than to get everyone else dirty with your ridiculous rhetoric. I work in an industry that is chock-full of people offering up commentary and constructive (so they claim) criticism. My question is: Why don't more people have built-in filters, so that when they intend to spew hostile words at someone, the filter acts as a plug and prevents them from uttering sounds? Wouldn't that be glorious? Since we live in a cruel, harsh world, it can't really be avoided. But you can smile, walk away and wish them a pleasant day. Some folks need all the help they can get.
I think that's it for my spewing, today.
Again, I'm sorry if the aforementioned list has caused any upset. I'm still hoping you enjoyed my posting today, despite my bickering. I bid you all a good weekend, and may I officially welcome you to your first official day of spring. I bet you can't wait for it to finally get here.
ME TOO!
All the best.
Tuesday 11 March 2014
LET THERE BE SPRING!
The temperature in Toronto today is a balmy 9 degrees. Totally awesome. When I was done teaching my fitness class at 2pm this afternoon, I was feeling so recharged and my eyes lit up, because the warm sunshine coupled with the smell of spring in the air made me feel so alive. Knowing that tomorrow's forecast will bring more snow and freezing temperatures is a bit of a downer to me, but as my best friend pointed out in a text, 'Don't think about tomorrow. Enjoy today'! Spot on, JRS. You're absolutely right.
Which brings to me to the subject of this post: When the weather is this good, we should really try extra-hard to fully immerse ourselves in every shining moment and make sure we don't take it for granted. Because clearly, it's not going to last. SHITE.
Last year around this time, we were blessed to have an unusually random day of warm weather in the middle of March. I remember it like it was yesterday--the sky was a gorgeous blue, not a cloud in the sky, it was 15 degrees outside, and I was sipping some fine liqueur, toasting the arrival of spring.
Only days later, we were hit with another blast of winter and it took the wind out of my sails. Some of us put our winter gear away, but it was useless to do so--we had to don our coats and boots for another 2 weeks. As you can see, harnessing the good times is so vitally important and truly living in the moment is utterly crucial.
This winter has been especially tough all across the board--below freezing temperatures for 10 solid days, a chaotic ice storm, power outages across the GTA leading up to the Christmas season, people feeling despondent, depressed and downtrodden. It was a one hell of a season, which kicked our asses. But, we're about to embark on a seasonal shift; one which I'm positive will bring on the joy, freedom and 'lightness of being' we've all been craving.
I find spring to be the most luscious season of them all. Born in May, I am a child of spring. I have always loved flowers and watching them grow from tiny buds into blooming works of art. I like to watch people transform, as well. From the dark days of winter, to the eye-opening splendour of spring, it's remarkable how we evolve. We can't quite put it into words, but we can sense it. People are lighter. We wear less clothing too, which seemingly puts us all in a happier state of mind.
I can't wait for patio season. Tank tops and shorts, sandals and hats, sunglasses and open roof tops in our cars. It's on the way, folks.
If you're reading this: Congratulations on making it through another hard-ass winter. It takes a great deal of fortitude and patience to endure such harsh temperatures, and come out the other end, smiling.
Well done. May the upcoming warm weather bring you joy and nothing but 'pep in your step'.
Until my next post,
Ciao!
Which brings to me to the subject of this post: When the weather is this good, we should really try extra-hard to fully immerse ourselves in every shining moment and make sure we don't take it for granted. Because clearly, it's not going to last. SHITE.
Last year around this time, we were blessed to have an unusually random day of warm weather in the middle of March. I remember it like it was yesterday--the sky was a gorgeous blue, not a cloud in the sky, it was 15 degrees outside, and I was sipping some fine liqueur, toasting the arrival of spring.
Only days later, we were hit with another blast of winter and it took the wind out of my sails. Some of us put our winter gear away, but it was useless to do so--we had to don our coats and boots for another 2 weeks. As you can see, harnessing the good times is so vitally important and truly living in the moment is utterly crucial.
This winter has been especially tough all across the board--below freezing temperatures for 10 solid days, a chaotic ice storm, power outages across the GTA leading up to the Christmas season, people feeling despondent, depressed and downtrodden. It was a one hell of a season, which kicked our asses. But, we're about to embark on a seasonal shift; one which I'm positive will bring on the joy, freedom and 'lightness of being' we've all been craving.
I find spring to be the most luscious season of them all. Born in May, I am a child of spring. I have always loved flowers and watching them grow from tiny buds into blooming works of art. I like to watch people transform, as well. From the dark days of winter, to the eye-opening splendour of spring, it's remarkable how we evolve. We can't quite put it into words, but we can sense it. People are lighter. We wear less clothing too, which seemingly puts us all in a happier state of mind.
I can't wait for patio season. Tank tops and shorts, sandals and hats, sunglasses and open roof tops in our cars. It's on the way, folks.
If you're reading this: Congratulations on making it through another hard-ass winter. It takes a great deal of fortitude and patience to endure such harsh temperatures, and come out the other end, smiling.
Well done. May the upcoming warm weather bring you joy and nothing but 'pep in your step'.
Until my next post,
Ciao!
Sunday 9 February 2014
SMELL THE ROSES
No one says to wake up and touch, or see, or taste or hear the roses. They say to wake up and smell the roses. Because scent makes us feel like nothing else can.
There are two fragrances that always inspire me to not only recapture the greatest moments of my life, but also inspire me to live every day to the fullest. I never again want to take anything for granted. I get weak in the knees from the smell of fresh, clean laundry. And the wonderful aroma of freshly baked bread, sends me into a salivary tailspin.
Today's post is dedicated to our sense of smell and how magnificent and all-encompassing it really is. How it can shift us back to 'days of old', or magically propel us into a state of bliss and ecstasy, is beyond awesome.
And what about pheromones?
Do you remember the last time you hugged someone who smelled SO GOOD, it sent your brain into a tizzy? When I was a little girl and my father would come home from work every night, I'd hug him tightly and get a whiff of his cologne. It was so comforting and I felt utterly safe. And whenever he wears a specific fragrance, I'm sent right back to my childhood, in seconds.
Similarly, within the first few months of dating my husband, I really felt like I was home. I can't put it into words, but I simply had this unmistakable sensation that came over me; one that I couldn't argue with. I felt tranquil and cozy and I wanted to harness that feeling, forever.
Smell the roses.
If I could advise anyone in my circles to take more time to enjoy life and the tremendous gifts it offers and not work so damn hard, believe you me, I would. But one of my gal pals from high school said it best this morning: "People here are so sterile, it's all about work, work, work, pay your mortgage, buy a house, buy a car, sleep, and fill your time with mundane routines." Wow. Spot on. We have become so conditioned to think that acquiring more 'stuff' translates to more happiness and success. Dead wrong.
I cannot wait for the introduction of spring weather in Toronto because for me it signifies getting outside and exploring my city. I make complete use my eyes, my ears, my nose, my mouth and my body to experience the goodness of the world around me. The word boring has absolutely no place in my life. And when I hear other people uttering the word, it makes me irate.
Hesitate no longer and heed my words: Make every effort to step away from your laptops, cellphones, iPods, and video game consoles and get out there and use your nose. Soak up every ounce of glory and amazement that you can. Breathe in luxury.
Because if you don't, you'll lie on your deathbed one day and experience major regret. Make no mistake about that. Starting today, build more playtime into your schedules and develop less of a 'nose to the grindstone' mentality, in your work routines.
DO NOT LET LIFE PASS YOU BY.
There are two fragrances that always inspire me to not only recapture the greatest moments of my life, but also inspire me to live every day to the fullest. I never again want to take anything for granted. I get weak in the knees from the smell of fresh, clean laundry. And the wonderful aroma of freshly baked bread, sends me into a salivary tailspin.
Today's post is dedicated to our sense of smell and how magnificent and all-encompassing it really is. How it can shift us back to 'days of old', or magically propel us into a state of bliss and ecstasy, is beyond awesome.
And what about pheromones?
Do you remember the last time you hugged someone who smelled SO GOOD, it sent your brain into a tizzy? When I was a little girl and my father would come home from work every night, I'd hug him tightly and get a whiff of his cologne. It was so comforting and I felt utterly safe. And whenever he wears a specific fragrance, I'm sent right back to my childhood, in seconds.
Similarly, within the first few months of dating my husband, I really felt like I was home. I can't put it into words, but I simply had this unmistakable sensation that came over me; one that I couldn't argue with. I felt tranquil and cozy and I wanted to harness that feeling, forever.
Smell the roses.
If I could advise anyone in my circles to take more time to enjoy life and the tremendous gifts it offers and not work so damn hard, believe you me, I would. But one of my gal pals from high school said it best this morning: "People here are so sterile, it's all about work, work, work, pay your mortgage, buy a house, buy a car, sleep, and fill your time with mundane routines." Wow. Spot on. We have become so conditioned to think that acquiring more 'stuff' translates to more happiness and success. Dead wrong.
I cannot wait for the introduction of spring weather in Toronto because for me it signifies getting outside and exploring my city. I make complete use my eyes, my ears, my nose, my mouth and my body to experience the goodness of the world around me. The word boring has absolutely no place in my life. And when I hear other people uttering the word, it makes me irate.
Hesitate no longer and heed my words: Make every effort to step away from your laptops, cellphones, iPods, and video game consoles and get out there and use your nose. Soak up every ounce of glory and amazement that you can. Breathe in luxury.
Because if you don't, you'll lie on your deathbed one day and experience major regret. Make no mistake about that. Starting today, build more playtime into your schedules and develop less of a 'nose to the grindstone' mentality, in your work routines.
DO NOT LET LIFE PASS YOU BY.
Sunday 2 February 2014
I'm in a VINTAGE state of mind...
Toronto has had a really harsh winter, thus far. From the incredible ice storm in December, to the bone-chilling temperatures that regularly plummeted below -30, the city hasn't seen a deep freeze like this in many decades. But, I believe these frigid conditions have really tested our patience as a species, as well as our fortitude and our resilience. I'm sure we were all shocked to know that it was colder in Canada than it was in the Arctic...
Weather like this makes people irate, impatient, depressed and cranky. After weeks of covering up every exposed part of the body, one gets tired of the monotony of it all. Even on a cold day when the sun is actually shining bright, moods tend to improve slightly and slowly, hope is regained. The approach of spring starts to become an exciting prospect, and we all look forward to March because it's one month closer to warmer weather and the birth of budding flowers.
More snow has fallen in Toronto in the last 24 hours, creating another thick blanket of insulation for our city. And February has only just begun. In the past, I have always viewed February as the final barrier to the introduction of balmier days, but for some reason, the time always seems to inch by so slowly. The lack of sunlight always wreaks havoc on one's well-being.
And thus, the purpose for writing this post:
I've always believed that there must be a fine balance between one's work, play and other obligations. But, what about the really simple things in life? Remember what it used to feel like to write a letter by putting pen to paper? Remember the last time you used a typewriter? Remember when reading a book curled up on a comfy chair was something you actually made time for in your busy schedule? Remember when using a hula-hoop or playing hopscotch was part of your play time? Remember participating in team sports with your buddies just for the hell of it?
These are just a few examples of what I consider simplicity at its finest. Regardless of age, we can go right back to these activities of yesteryear. In my humble opinion, I consider them 'vintage' and quite frankly, they've never gone out of style.
My husband has it right; recently, he purchased a refurbished 1974 stereo system, with a turntable, receiver, and speakers. He has made buying vinyl records a new hobby, and he has truly honed in on a 'vintage' style of living. His childlike excitement with his newfound passion is something to behold.
It has started to make me consider what I can reintroduce into my life. In my work, I have already begun to bring back a series of 'tried and true' fitness programs from the 80's (thanks to Jane Fonda). But, in my spare time, I'd really like to whip out a hula-hoop and see how long I can swivel my hips for. Then, I'd like to take out some chalk and draw a hopscotch board on my driveway and pretend like I'm 6, all over again. Why the heck not?
What's stopping you from doing something that used to give you so much joy, as a child? NOTHING.
Not enough time? Bull. Not enough guts? Total crap. All you need is to take any doubts or insecurities you have about a certain task, and simply follow through. You may even get some onlookers. And that shouldn't be what intimidates you. You may even start a trend.
Last summer while reading in my backyard, I turned on my classic rock music and instantly became inspired to get up and dance. People in my neighborhood saw me. Some of them were gathered on their balconies to watch me. And it was the best feeling in the world. I was doing something spontaneous for ME, and apparently, it was contagious. People were smiling because of my outpouring of energy.
Ask yourself what makes you feel free. It shouldn't involve anyone else in your family or friendship circles--this is just for your benefit and enjoyment. Pick a 'vintage' hobby or activity, and start up your engine. It may take a while to warm up, but I promise that once you begin, it'll feel amazing.
You owe it to yourself to enter a 'vintage' state of mind, every now and again. What a way to clear the 'grey matter' and get back to your roots. Go ahead and write that letter. Get involved in an activity you've left on the 'back burner' for way too long. Pick up that novel, grab a cup of tea, and savor your time alone as you lose yourself in a story. And above all, leave all of your technology alone--it'll be there when you get back from your trip.
PEACE!
Weather like this makes people irate, impatient, depressed and cranky. After weeks of covering up every exposed part of the body, one gets tired of the monotony of it all. Even on a cold day when the sun is actually shining bright, moods tend to improve slightly and slowly, hope is regained. The approach of spring starts to become an exciting prospect, and we all look forward to March because it's one month closer to warmer weather and the birth of budding flowers.
More snow has fallen in Toronto in the last 24 hours, creating another thick blanket of insulation for our city. And February has only just begun. In the past, I have always viewed February as the final barrier to the introduction of balmier days, but for some reason, the time always seems to inch by so slowly. The lack of sunlight always wreaks havoc on one's well-being.
And thus, the purpose for writing this post:
I've always believed that there must be a fine balance between one's work, play and other obligations. But, what about the really simple things in life? Remember what it used to feel like to write a letter by putting pen to paper? Remember the last time you used a typewriter? Remember when reading a book curled up on a comfy chair was something you actually made time for in your busy schedule? Remember when using a hula-hoop or playing hopscotch was part of your play time? Remember participating in team sports with your buddies just for the hell of it?
These are just a few examples of what I consider simplicity at its finest. Regardless of age, we can go right back to these activities of yesteryear. In my humble opinion, I consider them 'vintage' and quite frankly, they've never gone out of style.
My husband has it right; recently, he purchased a refurbished 1974 stereo system, with a turntable, receiver, and speakers. He has made buying vinyl records a new hobby, and he has truly honed in on a 'vintage' style of living. His childlike excitement with his newfound passion is something to behold.
It has started to make me consider what I can reintroduce into my life. In my work, I have already begun to bring back a series of 'tried and true' fitness programs from the 80's (thanks to Jane Fonda). But, in my spare time, I'd really like to whip out a hula-hoop and see how long I can swivel my hips for. Then, I'd like to take out some chalk and draw a hopscotch board on my driveway and pretend like I'm 6, all over again. Why the heck not?
What's stopping you from doing something that used to give you so much joy, as a child? NOTHING.
Not enough time? Bull. Not enough guts? Total crap. All you need is to take any doubts or insecurities you have about a certain task, and simply follow through. You may even get some onlookers. And that shouldn't be what intimidates you. You may even start a trend.
Last summer while reading in my backyard, I turned on my classic rock music and instantly became inspired to get up and dance. People in my neighborhood saw me. Some of them were gathered on their balconies to watch me. And it was the best feeling in the world. I was doing something spontaneous for ME, and apparently, it was contagious. People were smiling because of my outpouring of energy.
Ask yourself what makes you feel free. It shouldn't involve anyone else in your family or friendship circles--this is just for your benefit and enjoyment. Pick a 'vintage' hobby or activity, and start up your engine. It may take a while to warm up, but I promise that once you begin, it'll feel amazing.
You owe it to yourself to enter a 'vintage' state of mind, every now and again. What a way to clear the 'grey matter' and get back to your roots. Go ahead and write that letter. Get involved in an activity you've left on the 'back burner' for way too long. Pick up that novel, grab a cup of tea, and savor your time alone as you lose yourself in a story. And above all, leave all of your technology alone--it'll be there when you get back from your trip.
PEACE!
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