Category Archives: CONFESSIONS

and then comes the calm

What's more happy than a balloon?

My mind was a flurry of activity for such a long time over the past year that I very nearly forgot what it was like to be calm. I’m in a very good place right now, and it’s been far too long since I’ve felt this good. Yes there is room for improvement, there always is;  life isn’t perfect. That’s what makes it fun. (I’m learning this you see, slowly maybe, but baby steps are better than no steps at all.)

What has caused this sudden calmness? A number of things, most of them works in progress, but just knowing that they are in progress is settling. Here’s the top 5 …

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remembering, it’s important. sort of.

I know it’s not important, but I wish you’d remembered.

It’s just that, it would have been nice you know. Oh well.

Mentors. Well this is new…

So I was out to dinner with a friend last week, and we got to talking about some pretty nitty gritty things; we got down and dirty if you will. Oh no boys, take your minds out of the gutter, this has nothing to do with ‘sexy time’.

Speaking of ‘sexy time’ scroll to 1:15 in this clip. Margo and Todd schedule that shit.

Anyhow, back to the point, so we got to talking about some pretty serious shiz and my friend mentioned her mentors, and how they came to play that role in her life. The idea of a mentor is not something that had ever really occurred to me. I’ve had people who have made a significant impact in my life; that goes without saying because let’s face it ‘no man is an island’. (Although Hugh Grant-god love him, would have you believe we are all islands, islands as part of archipelagos). There have been many people in my life, people who I can attribute alot of good change to, some who I can attribute bad changes to, and others no change. But a mentor? and then it hit me (but really, she just pointed it out), I did have a mentor. Professor Pamela Shime.

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there are worse things I could do

they just don't get it do they Rizzo?

When dating…

…is it really that ridiculous to expect to see someone more than once?

PS: Crazy thought but…. maybe I don’t want to be in a relationship with you? Maybe I’m not looking to wrap my female claws around you and never let you go. Relax, I don’t want to introduce you to my parents, my friends, or my extended family.  Just because I ask you about your family, doesn’t mean I want to meet them, it means I’m making conversation. Most people have families, it’s an easy topic.  I don’t even care if we never go out in daylight together. Ever stopped to think that maybe I want the same thing you do?  A good time, from time to time. You dig?

 

I’m sure everything will be ‘ok’, but I’d prefer it to be AWESOME!

There are two schools of thought when it comes to getting what you want, the first is that ‘good things come to those who wait’, the second is ‘if you want something you have to go out and get it’. So which is it? I’ve tried waiting, but seeing as how I can be rather impatient this particular course of action is not suited to my taste. ‘Going out and getting it’ however, doesn’t appear to be working either (much to my chagrin).

At the moment the things I’ve been hoping would start to fall into place are finally coming together. I’ve worked hard to get here, made a number of choices that were  (and I think continue to be) seen as mistakes by those around me. However, it’s paid off.  In less than a week I might have that one thing that’s kept me at the edge of my seat for for the past year and a half, a real job,  but as irony would have it I don’t know that I want this particular one. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful for this sudden stroke of luck,  it’s as much a wonderful opportunity as any,  it’s just that I was hoping for something different. Or, should I rephrase, there was another opportunity (something I’m hoping – perhaps aimlessly – has not yet flown) that grabbed me like nothing has in a very long time, or maybe even ever; a dream come true. The remaining possibility of which has a hold on me that I can’t move past, to think that I might not get my dream, at least not yet, is heartbreaking. I’m sure when all the dust settles everything will be ‘ok’, but when all is said and done, I’d much prefer it to be AWESOME!

We need to talk.

So my life and I are at an odds right now. There’s a sort of fork in the road really, but not really, figuratively. Except, the fork is still kind of non-existent. So it’s more of a potential fork in the road. I don’t know that I can handle all this cutlery in my life right now since I’m only just getting used to the fact that my thumbs aren’t opposable (and no I’m not joking, I am a neanderthal).

Anyways, back to the point. Life and I need to have a talk, the serious kind, where I come home with a bottle of wine and get life a little bit tipsy before I break the bad news. What’s the bad news you ask? The bad news is I’m a little bit (read: a lot) disappointed with all the inconsistency and loops that life throws my way. I don’t want to jump anymore, or rephrase, if I have to jump through hoops I want to know that there’s some sort of pay out at the end worthy of the jumping.

So, get your shit together life cause otherwise we’re going to have some problems you and I, and quite frankly I like you, I don’t want for this to be a point of contention in our relationship. After all, we have so much potential.

secret confession #1

Sometimes when I’m really bored I like to rewatch my favourite scenes/episodes from movies/shows.

Here’s a selection for your viewing pleasure. Check it out after the jump.

PS-I am sorry for the quality of some of these. It’s not my fault, blame youtube.

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