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.
Monday, 14 July 2014
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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