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.
Sunday, 9 February 2014
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!
Wednesday, 25 December 2013
December's Devastation: Ice Storm 2013
The city of Toronto was hit by Mother Nature and Old Man Winter's wrath, recently. They decided to collaborate and leave their indelible mark on the earth, by encasing everything they touched with ice. Quite a conundrum, that something so harsh and brutal can also be so beautiful and luminous.
I decided to take my camera with me on a walk the other day, to take shots of the ice storm's aftermath. My eyes bulged and my jaw dropped as I strolled around my neighbourhood, as every tree, branch, leaf and flower bud was covered in thick ice. Everything sparkled in the sunlight. It was as if I were looking at nature with a new set of eyes. I simply marvelled at my brand new world.
At the same time, I couldn't help but be utterly thankful to the universe. I luckily had electricity and warmth during the storm, when so many of my peers and family members went without. People left their homes to seek warmth with other hospitable folks who graciously offered them shelter, hot showers, food and kindness. I heard countless stories from people who suffered from being without their 'creature comforts', while at the same time were grateful for the generosity of friends and loved ones. I always say that only when tragedy strikes, do we 'perk up our ears and eyes' and take notice of that which is truly important and valuable. Otherwise, we go about our lives taking everything for granted.
I'm writing this on Christmas Day--the time of year when friends and family all huddle together by the light of their adorned trees, with the exchange of gifts and the sharing of food and drink. It's a time of reflection. The start of a new year is quickly approaching, and with it, come the resolutions. And I say, ENOUGH. Words are one thing, action is quite another.
It took an ice storm in Toronto, the worst our city has likely seen in history, for most of us to regain appreciation for the simple things we take for granted. Internet access, cell phones, heat, electricity, television, hot food--all of these things are more valuable when we are without them, than when we have access to them. Sad, isn't it? But, that's human nature. We all do it.
Here's an idea for 2014: SIMPLY resolve to appreciate your unique life and the many gifts you already possess. If you live in Toronto, look around you and take pictures of the frozen tundra. That way when summer returns, you can really appreciate our balmy weather and the incredible beauty of our magnificent flowers and leafy trees. You can say, 'I survived the ice storm of 2013' with a smile on your face. G-d knows, that other parts of the world have had it WAY WORSE than us. Typhoons, earthquakes, tsunamis--these forces of nature are ultimately devastating.
P.S: ICE MELTS. And we will all live to see the summer of 2014. THANK GOODNESS FOR THAT.
STAY WARM, my dear readers. Happy Holidays to all. I wish you warmth and light, forever and always, and only the very best in the New Year.
I decided to take my camera with me on a walk the other day, to take shots of the ice storm's aftermath. My eyes bulged and my jaw dropped as I strolled around my neighbourhood, as every tree, branch, leaf and flower bud was covered in thick ice. Everything sparkled in the sunlight. It was as if I were looking at nature with a new set of eyes. I simply marvelled at my brand new world.
At the same time, I couldn't help but be utterly thankful to the universe. I luckily had electricity and warmth during the storm, when so many of my peers and family members went without. People left their homes to seek warmth with other hospitable folks who graciously offered them shelter, hot showers, food and kindness. I heard countless stories from people who suffered from being without their 'creature comforts', while at the same time were grateful for the generosity of friends and loved ones. I always say that only when tragedy strikes, do we 'perk up our ears and eyes' and take notice of that which is truly important and valuable. Otherwise, we go about our lives taking everything for granted.
I'm writing this on Christmas Day--the time of year when friends and family all huddle together by the light of their adorned trees, with the exchange of gifts and the sharing of food and drink. It's a time of reflection. The start of a new year is quickly approaching, and with it, come the resolutions. And I say, ENOUGH. Words are one thing, action is quite another.
It took an ice storm in Toronto, the worst our city has likely seen in history, for most of us to regain appreciation for the simple things we take for granted. Internet access, cell phones, heat, electricity, television, hot food--all of these things are more valuable when we are without them, than when we have access to them. Sad, isn't it? But, that's human nature. We all do it.
Here's an idea for 2014: SIMPLY resolve to appreciate your unique life and the many gifts you already possess. If you live in Toronto, look around you and take pictures of the frozen tundra. That way when summer returns, you can really appreciate our balmy weather and the incredible beauty of our magnificent flowers and leafy trees. You can say, 'I survived the ice storm of 2013' with a smile on your face. G-d knows, that other parts of the world have had it WAY WORSE than us. Typhoons, earthquakes, tsunamis--these forces of nature are ultimately devastating.
P.S: ICE MELTS. And we will all live to see the summer of 2014. THANK GOODNESS FOR THAT.
STAY WARM, my dear readers. Happy Holidays to all. I wish you warmth and light, forever and always, and only the very best in the New Year.
Monday, 7 October 2013
BUCK UP--YOU'RE ALIVE!
This post is long overdue. So many unfortunate mishaps, events, deaths, tribulations and tragedies have encompassed the year 2013. For me and for many others, it's been a struggle at times to get out of bed and face a new dawn. When I lost my darling cousin, David Swimmer, it all became so vividly clear to me--HOLY SHIT, I'm alive, healthy, successful, vital. And if you're currently reading this, YOU ARE TOO.
I saw an incredible short film online recently called, 'COLD', that was posted by one of my pals, Moti Yona, on YouTube. Shot in Toronto, this 25 minute film accurately depicts how chilling this town really is. People don't smile, anymore. People usually stick to what they know and who they know. They get so comfortable in their mundane routines that they leave no room for new experiences. It's so rare to see genuine compassion for humanity, lately. While watching this piece, I actually shed some tears and it left me feeling sorry for the folks that inhabit my hometown.
I'm finally going to lay it on the line, folks. I will not 'sugar-coat', nor will I avoid my true feelings. As a living, breathing, fully functional woman, I have to say that life is cruel and very unkind. Occasionally, I feel utterly gripped by sadness. Losing my cousin David left an indelible mark on my soul--and it has forced me to turn over a new leaf. With autumn approaching, I feel a tangible loss; not only in my physical world, but in my spiritual existence, as well. I mourn the loss of summer because of what it represents to me--carefree days, balmy nights, relaxing in my backyard with the warm sun kissing my skin...
And now, the introduction to WINTER--the season I have to tolerate, year after year. Most assuredly, it will rear its dreary, slush-filled head. And SO WHAT? I'm alive to see it, for crying out loud. I GET TO EXPERIENCE FOUR SEASONS IN CANADA. I get to live another day. I get to work in a career that I'm in love with. I get to come home to a man that I'm crazy about. I get to spend time with my family. I get another chance every single day to be better than yesterday. And winter season or no, from now on, I'm going to put on a happy face. I'm going to thank the universe for giving me this body, this brain, this ability to live without chronic pain. ANYONE who has lost a loved one, a friend, a relative, has to realize this and thank G-d for what they have. Because sadly, it doesn't last.
IN ESSENCE, I URGE YOU TO BUCK UP. Whatever you need to do to get motivated and face a brand new day, DO IT. Don't wait for opportunities to fall into your lap. Make it happen, because you have the ability to put one foot in front of the other. You have a mouth. You have blood pumping through your veins. Life certainly may be hard, or you may have hit a rough patch, or you may be feeling depressed and/or out-of-sorts--but basically, you are breathing and HERE on earth. You get to see a sunrise. You get to see things in Technicolor. Not everyone has that luxury.
I love my life. Never have I felt so empowered. Never have I loved so deeply.
It's your turn. Start to fall in love with your life.. Sure, life sucks sometimes. But mostly, it's the sweetest gift you will ever possess. Take hold of the reins and drive your chariot to the brightest light you can find. Let everyone see you in all your glory. LIVE LIFE PASSIONATELY.
Do not hesitate to harness every ounce of goodness that comes your way, from here on out.
I saw an incredible short film online recently called, 'COLD', that was posted by one of my pals, Moti Yona, on YouTube. Shot in Toronto, this 25 minute film accurately depicts how chilling this town really is. People don't smile, anymore. People usually stick to what they know and who they know. They get so comfortable in their mundane routines that they leave no room for new experiences. It's so rare to see genuine compassion for humanity, lately. While watching this piece, I actually shed some tears and it left me feeling sorry for the folks that inhabit my hometown.
I'm finally going to lay it on the line, folks. I will not 'sugar-coat', nor will I avoid my true feelings. As a living, breathing, fully functional woman, I have to say that life is cruel and very unkind. Occasionally, I feel utterly gripped by sadness. Losing my cousin David left an indelible mark on my soul--and it has forced me to turn over a new leaf. With autumn approaching, I feel a tangible loss; not only in my physical world, but in my spiritual existence, as well. I mourn the loss of summer because of what it represents to me--carefree days, balmy nights, relaxing in my backyard with the warm sun kissing my skin...
And now, the introduction to WINTER--the season I have to tolerate, year after year. Most assuredly, it will rear its dreary, slush-filled head. And SO WHAT? I'm alive to see it, for crying out loud. I GET TO EXPERIENCE FOUR SEASONS IN CANADA. I get to live another day. I get to work in a career that I'm in love with. I get to come home to a man that I'm crazy about. I get to spend time with my family. I get another chance every single day to be better than yesterday. And winter season or no, from now on, I'm going to put on a happy face. I'm going to thank the universe for giving me this body, this brain, this ability to live without chronic pain. ANYONE who has lost a loved one, a friend, a relative, has to realize this and thank G-d for what they have. Because sadly, it doesn't last.
IN ESSENCE, I URGE YOU TO BUCK UP. Whatever you need to do to get motivated and face a brand new day, DO IT. Don't wait for opportunities to fall into your lap. Make it happen, because you have the ability to put one foot in front of the other. You have a mouth. You have blood pumping through your veins. Life certainly may be hard, or you may have hit a rough patch, or you may be feeling depressed and/or out-of-sorts--but basically, you are breathing and HERE on earth. You get to see a sunrise. You get to see things in Technicolor. Not everyone has that luxury.
I love my life. Never have I felt so empowered. Never have I loved so deeply.
It's your turn. Start to fall in love with your life.. Sure, life sucks sometimes. But mostly, it's the sweetest gift you will ever possess. Take hold of the reins and drive your chariot to the brightest light you can find. Let everyone see you in all your glory. LIVE LIFE PASSIONATELY.
Do not hesitate to harness every ounce of goodness that comes your way, from here on out.
Sunday, 1 September 2013
*A Tribute to my cousin, David Swimmer*
I don't remember every detail of my cousin Lisa's wedding on Halloween night in 1999, but I do have a few wonderful snippets to draw from. I can recall my grandparents, the Mezeis, who were thriving and so happy that night. My cousin David's speech to his new bride was so moving and genuine, it brought tears to my eyes. Here's the one line that tugged at my heartstrings: "When I saw Lisa for the very first time, I knew she would be a 'Swimmer'." It was at that very moment, that envy filled my soul. Firstly, because Lisa found a guy that she met in university, who was so special and adored her so much, it was incredible. And secondly, because I desperately wanted that kind of love for myself. And I was certain back then, that I would have tremendous difficulty finding a man that would even come close to David's caliber.
David Swimmer was a dear fellow who had a smile you couldn't resist. When he would flash his bright eyes in your direction, you couldn't help but feel a true connection to him. Quite frankly, his heart was made of platinum--he loved his friends and his family so much, it was tangible. And if you spoke to him, his attention would be only on you, focused and alert. His personality was warm, and he never judged you. I liked his demeanour--he was always a gentleman.
David and Lisa have two beautiful boys named Noah and Dylan, ages 7 and 3, respectively. Noah has a smile just like his Dad and little Dylan looks a lot like Lisa. They are so precious and sweet. I find it hard to imagine that these boys won't have their father in their lives as they grow up. But, I feel very strongly that Lisa is going be the kind of mother that most women will want to emulate.
On September 16th of this year, David would have been 39 years old. It weighs heavily on my heart that just shy of his 40th year, he left us all. Two and half years ago, when it was revealed that David had cancer, it was a major shock to our whole family that such a divine human being could be struck with this kind of bad luck. Lisa was certainly tested through the entire ordeal, as she and David had many ups and downs during their many hospital visits. She had no choice but to have an 'iron will', and draw strength from her family and close friends. But, she stuck like glue to David's side, never wavering, never 'throwing in the towel'.
At David's funeral a few days ago, I started to shake uncontrollably. It was a sensation that I had never felt before. At that moment, I had only one thought--the words that David uttered to Lisa at their wedding. The envy that I felt so strongly in 1999 was replaced with such sorrow and regret in 2013. I desperately wanted more time to get to know David on a deeper level.
When I got married in September of 2011, David wasn't well enough to make an appearance, and that always made me very sad. My aunt Susan once said that my husband Jason reminded her of David--that Jason was a sweet, devoted man who loved me so much, it was obvious to everyone. Her observation made my heart soar. It was my ultimate wish to find a man who would love me and accept my idiosyncrasies--and I found him.
Life is so cruel, sometimes. I always question the universe when bad things happen to the best people. I really want to know the lesson that we're supposed to learn in David's passing. I desperately want to know why G-d decided it was David who would be plagued with cancer at such a young, vital age. Perhaps those reasons will show themselves, in time. But, it doesn't take away the hurt and anguish that my sweet Lisa and the rest of the Young/Swimmer family, will have to endure.
Dearest David Laurie: I love you, my sweet cousin. I'm so very sorry that this happened to you. Your entire circle of friends, your doting family, your precious wife and children will miss you terribly. Your smile will forever be etched in our minds, may your body and soul be free from pain. May G-d protect you and keep you safe. You are a beautiful boy and I will never forget you.
David Swimmer was a dear fellow who had a smile you couldn't resist. When he would flash his bright eyes in your direction, you couldn't help but feel a true connection to him. Quite frankly, his heart was made of platinum--he loved his friends and his family so much, it was tangible. And if you spoke to him, his attention would be only on you, focused and alert. His personality was warm, and he never judged you. I liked his demeanour--he was always a gentleman.
David and Lisa have two beautiful boys named Noah and Dylan, ages 7 and 3, respectively. Noah has a smile just like his Dad and little Dylan looks a lot like Lisa. They are so precious and sweet. I find it hard to imagine that these boys won't have their father in their lives as they grow up. But, I feel very strongly that Lisa is going be the kind of mother that most women will want to emulate.
On September 16th of this year, David would have been 39 years old. It weighs heavily on my heart that just shy of his 40th year, he left us all. Two and half years ago, when it was revealed that David had cancer, it was a major shock to our whole family that such a divine human being could be struck with this kind of bad luck. Lisa was certainly tested through the entire ordeal, as she and David had many ups and downs during their many hospital visits. She had no choice but to have an 'iron will', and draw strength from her family and close friends. But, she stuck like glue to David's side, never wavering, never 'throwing in the towel'.
At David's funeral a few days ago, I started to shake uncontrollably. It was a sensation that I had never felt before. At that moment, I had only one thought--the words that David uttered to Lisa at their wedding. The envy that I felt so strongly in 1999 was replaced with such sorrow and regret in 2013. I desperately wanted more time to get to know David on a deeper level.
When I got married in September of 2011, David wasn't well enough to make an appearance, and that always made me very sad. My aunt Susan once said that my husband Jason reminded her of David--that Jason was a sweet, devoted man who loved me so much, it was obvious to everyone. Her observation made my heart soar. It was my ultimate wish to find a man who would love me and accept my idiosyncrasies--and I found him.
Life is so cruel, sometimes. I always question the universe when bad things happen to the best people. I really want to know the lesson that we're supposed to learn in David's passing. I desperately want to know why G-d decided it was David who would be plagued with cancer at such a young, vital age. Perhaps those reasons will show themselves, in time. But, it doesn't take away the hurt and anguish that my sweet Lisa and the rest of the Young/Swimmer family, will have to endure.
Dearest David Laurie: I love you, my sweet cousin. I'm so very sorry that this happened to you. Your entire circle of friends, your doting family, your precious wife and children will miss you terribly. Your smile will forever be etched in our minds, may your body and soul be free from pain. May G-d protect you and keep you safe. You are a beautiful boy and I will never forget you.
Tuesday, 23 July 2013
Who do you want to emulate?
This past weekend, my family got together for our annual barbecue in honor of my grandmother, Nina, who will be 87 this year--wow, what a milestone. I can't believe how much she has endured in over eight decades on earth. When she was young, she raised a family of three in a very poor section of rural Russia, immigrated to Canada in '59, married twice, lost two husbands, worked in the kitchen at Baycrest Hospital for over two decades, and has outlived most of her peers and relatives. Truth be told, she looks better than ever--and she's thriving. I'm constantly amazed by her willingness to shop and cook for herself daily, and she continues to keep her social life intact by meeting friends for coffee a few times a week at the mall. Sometimes, she indulges in a glass of beer, which I find totally endearing and so cool..and that's my BUBA (meaning, doll) as I affectionately call her.
When I was a young girl, my Buba would always babysit for me and my brother when my parents went on vacation. She always let me stay up late with her to watch 'The Love Boat' and 'Fantasy Island'. Ultimately, I think she was happiest when I kept her company-- she always laughed at my jokes because I had an answer for everything. To this day, she tells me stories of what I'd say as a youngster and has pretty good recall of the exact words I used. It's quite funny.
She is my only surviving grandparent, and I must say, she's one in a million. I really want her to stick around long enough to enjoy a great grandchild and I so badly want to be the one to provide her with that joy.
I don't know anyone in my social circles who would say they've enjoyed vacationing with their grandparents, but I've been to Florida with my Buba about 5 times in the last 8 years. In a word, humbling. When your family members are around you each day for an extended period, you have no choice but to see their quirks, mannerisms, and funny routines. Over the years, my eyes have opened wider and I've grown more tolerant, patient and understanding of my grandmother. I know how lucky I am to have her around.
Which brings me to the reason I'm writing this post--if I could have my way, it would be to thrive well into my 80's and 90's, and to always maintain a positive outlook on life. I want to continue to work on a few hobbies, interact with friends and always have laughter. I want to accessorise and be color-coordinated and have my wits about me. I want to stay physically active and do my very best to stay on top of changing trends. I want to emulate my sweet grandmother in many ways--she still puts on make-up each day, she paints at her social club, she insists on making her own delicious and healthy dinners, she's adamant about living alone to this day and she loves to watch her favorite reality television programs.
More often than not, she's a lovely soul with a gentle approach to life. But like all women, she gets cranky, she tends to worry and stress out unnecessarily, she's a bit of a gossip girl and she hates to feel uncomfortable. But through it all, she's a fighter and she's shown us many times over, that she's a survivor. I adore her with all of my heart.
So, my readers: is there a person you can think of that you'd like to emulate as you get older? Someone you revere and worship because they have thrived throughout the years? My suggestion is to keep him or her in your sights and hold them forever in your heart. Give them the attention, love and respect they deserve--because someday, kid, THAT WILL BE YOU. Be someone worth emulating. It'll do your body, mind and spirit a world of good.
When I was a young girl, my Buba would always babysit for me and my brother when my parents went on vacation. She always let me stay up late with her to watch 'The Love Boat' and 'Fantasy Island'. Ultimately, I think she was happiest when I kept her company-- she always laughed at my jokes because I had an answer for everything. To this day, she tells me stories of what I'd say as a youngster and has pretty good recall of the exact words I used. It's quite funny.
She is my only surviving grandparent, and I must say, she's one in a million. I really want her to stick around long enough to enjoy a great grandchild and I so badly want to be the one to provide her with that joy.
I don't know anyone in my social circles who would say they've enjoyed vacationing with their grandparents, but I've been to Florida with my Buba about 5 times in the last 8 years. In a word, humbling. When your family members are around you each day for an extended period, you have no choice but to see their quirks, mannerisms, and funny routines. Over the years, my eyes have opened wider and I've grown more tolerant, patient and understanding of my grandmother. I know how lucky I am to have her around.
Which brings me to the reason I'm writing this post--if I could have my way, it would be to thrive well into my 80's and 90's, and to always maintain a positive outlook on life. I want to continue to work on a few hobbies, interact with friends and always have laughter. I want to accessorise and be color-coordinated and have my wits about me. I want to stay physically active and do my very best to stay on top of changing trends. I want to emulate my sweet grandmother in many ways--she still puts on make-up each day, she paints at her social club, she insists on making her own delicious and healthy dinners, she's adamant about living alone to this day and she loves to watch her favorite reality television programs.
More often than not, she's a lovely soul with a gentle approach to life. But like all women, she gets cranky, she tends to worry and stress out unnecessarily, she's a bit of a gossip girl and she hates to feel uncomfortable. But through it all, she's a fighter and she's shown us many times over, that she's a survivor. I adore her with all of my heart.
So, my readers: is there a person you can think of that you'd like to emulate as you get older? Someone you revere and worship because they have thrived throughout the years? My suggestion is to keep him or her in your sights and hold them forever in your heart. Give them the attention, love and respect they deserve--because someday, kid, THAT WILL BE YOU. Be someone worth emulating. It'll do your body, mind and spirit a world of good.
Friday, 14 June 2013
Have you lost your appreciation?
Following my yearly eye exam I had earlier this week, I left my doctor's office feeling woozy and out-of-sorts. My pupils had to be dilated during the examination and for several hours that followed, I was utterly dizzy, nauseous and off-balance. I started to think about certain aspects of my life that I still take for granted and only when I was back home and feeling safe, was I able to let my mind wander and really focus on what was truly important. That I have a home, clothing to wear, food to eat, a husband to love, family to admire and life to celebrate.
Which brings me to my 'rant' of the day; true appreciation for things, even when the going gets tough. Let me elaborate...
The expression, 'the grass is always greener on the other side', is no longer true in my world. I would never want to trade my problems with someone else's. I'd rather keep what I've got and make the most of it, thank you very much. Here is an example, just from this week alone...
This week at work, I chatted with several ladies about the concept of ageing gracefully. It was eye-opening, to say the least. While I found the chats to be somewhat enlightening, I was deeply saddened for some of these gals, as I heard their tales of 'woe-is-me'. Two of them were highlighting their complete disdain for certain parts of their bodies and it threw me for a bit of a loop. I couldn't figure out why these two perfectly fit and pretty ladies were so hard on themselves and why they allowed a small imperfection to spoil their outlook on life.
And then, it hit me when I was back at home, mulling it over. Universally, I think women (and men) would prefer to be validated on a regular basis by others, rather than have to boost their own egos themselves. I believe what we all see individually is NOT at all what others see as a whole. I believe that all the kudos, compliments, accolades and affirmations mean nothing, if the person hearing it doesn't believe any of it. What a shame, indeed.
You see, I was exactly like these two gals, once. I had a horrible outlook on life and my self-confidence was next to nil. If I were praised for a job well done, or complimented on my outfit, or envied for my natural hair color, nothing would penetrate the concrete wall I had built in my mind. I had lost my appreciation for the little things, which in retrospect, were really the important things.
How did it all happen, that society continues to drill mixed messages into our heads about how things should be? Why does the media have to be the driving force behind our value and self-worth as human beings? Well, it doesn't have to be that way, ever again. You can switch off that television, radio, loud-mouthed co-worker, negative friend, whiny family member, and so on. You don't have to play into all that fluff and nonsense.
Having a firm belief in yourself, a sincere appreciation for what you currently have and living your truth--that's what life is about. Taking time to literally smell the roses, having a solid friendship and family base, pure laughter, your health--have you lost appreciation for these things? We all do it and we all lose our way, sometimes. Some of us have the amazing ability to light our own fires and move onward, but a lot of us need booster shots from other sources. Use that energy and let it fuel you to reach higher than you ever thought you could.
I love the expression, 'happiness is an inside job'. In the end, no one can light the way for you. You have to appreciate the person you are today, to appreciate the person you will become tomorrow. Never lose sight of the big picture. The small, insignificant things will inevitably disappear into the cosmos, but the most vital things will last forever.
Go ahead and squeeze the juice out of life.
Which brings me to my 'rant' of the day; true appreciation for things, even when the going gets tough. Let me elaborate...
The expression, 'the grass is always greener on the other side', is no longer true in my world. I would never want to trade my problems with someone else's. I'd rather keep what I've got and make the most of it, thank you very much. Here is an example, just from this week alone...
This week at work, I chatted with several ladies about the concept of ageing gracefully. It was eye-opening, to say the least. While I found the chats to be somewhat enlightening, I was deeply saddened for some of these gals, as I heard their tales of 'woe-is-me'. Two of them were highlighting their complete disdain for certain parts of their bodies and it threw me for a bit of a loop. I couldn't figure out why these two perfectly fit and pretty ladies were so hard on themselves and why they allowed a small imperfection to spoil their outlook on life.
And then, it hit me when I was back at home, mulling it over. Universally, I think women (and men) would prefer to be validated on a regular basis by others, rather than have to boost their own egos themselves. I believe what we all see individually is NOT at all what others see as a whole. I believe that all the kudos, compliments, accolades and affirmations mean nothing, if the person hearing it doesn't believe any of it. What a shame, indeed.
You see, I was exactly like these two gals, once. I had a horrible outlook on life and my self-confidence was next to nil. If I were praised for a job well done, or complimented on my outfit, or envied for my natural hair color, nothing would penetrate the concrete wall I had built in my mind. I had lost my appreciation for the little things, which in retrospect, were really the important things.
How did it all happen, that society continues to drill mixed messages into our heads about how things should be? Why does the media have to be the driving force behind our value and self-worth as human beings? Well, it doesn't have to be that way, ever again. You can switch off that television, radio, loud-mouthed co-worker, negative friend, whiny family member, and so on. You don't have to play into all that fluff and nonsense.
Having a firm belief in yourself, a sincere appreciation for what you currently have and living your truth--that's what life is about. Taking time to literally smell the roses, having a solid friendship and family base, pure laughter, your health--have you lost appreciation for these things? We all do it and we all lose our way, sometimes. Some of us have the amazing ability to light our own fires and move onward, but a lot of us need booster shots from other sources. Use that energy and let it fuel you to reach higher than you ever thought you could.
I love the expression, 'happiness is an inside job'. In the end, no one can light the way for you. You have to appreciate the person you are today, to appreciate the person you will become tomorrow. Never lose sight of the big picture. The small, insignificant things will inevitably disappear into the cosmos, but the most vital things will last forever.
Go ahead and squeeze the juice out of life.
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