Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Just 80 more miles..

Today, I learned a good lesson from Mother Nature: Don't get too greedy with the weather.

Since we started our journey 3 days ago, we have had nothing but blue skies and sunshine, so much sunshine that in fact I was forced to stop at a Walgreens somewhere along the I-90 in South Dakota to buy some 'stylish' over-the-glasses-sun-gear so as not to burn my retinas from the glaring-ness that was the SUN.

So, today, when we decided around 4pm, that we were only about 160 miles shy of a city that would get us closer to a Seattle New Years and that we should just continue on, even if it got dark, I think Mother Nature decided she was going to give us a piece of her mind.

The first 80 of those last 160 miles were still serene - beautifully windy and picturesque amongst the Rocky Mountains. I had almost gotten over the fact that the day before felt just..too...long and had conceded that continuing on, past our 4-5ish finish time, would make tomorrow a shorter drive day.

Plus, there was supposed to be some precipitation tomorrow, so, we thought, in our wisdom, that driving longer today would make tomorrow that much better if we ran into bad weather. And, that we would be further along and into rain country potentially if a storm happened.

Sidenote: I have never watched more weather channel than I have in the past 3 days and I must say, those people are on SOMETHING because not only are they ALWAYS SMILING but they seem to actually LIKE each other, and tell jokes. One banter conversation included some good ole ribbing to the 'Canadian' guy because he wasn't a Rush fan. This literally created a 5 minute seguay into music and Canadians and in Canadian fashion the guy who 'didn't like Rush' APOLOGISED and clarified that it wasn't that he didn't LIKE Rush it was that he just didn't go to all the concerts, clearly in an effort to NOT get calls from either A) Rush fans or B) Rush themselves on the off chance they are watching the WEATHER CHANNEL at 10pm at night.

So, back to our 160 miles: We managed to stop after the first 80 for a 'restroom' break, to refuel and D to become the driver.

With Tootsie roll in hand, I jumped in the passenger seat and prepared for our hour long journey to our destination. I even said, "oh we should be there by INSERT TIME THEN ADD AN HOUR AND BE SURE TO POINT OUT HOW JINX WORTHY THIS STATEMENT WAS" as we pulled away from the gas station.

Out of knowhere, the mountains did that thing that people talk about, that you hear about and that we had been warned about. They just up and decide to change their weather. They become all, "Hey, you've been enjoying this drive just WAY too much so it's time for you to experience the thunder of my fury" or something along those lines.

Then, those mountains teamed up with Mother Nature and opened up a can of wuppassing snow all over our Yaris with all season tires (yes, we forgoed snow tires because we had NO IDEA how to get our other tires out to B.C. and yes, this thought was revloving through our minds for the remainder of the drive, thanks, no need to point this out)

The next 80 miles included multiple hills, snow, ICE, white knuckles, snow, frosty dirty windsheild and MORE SNOW.

Instead of our cool 80 mph we had been sailing along at all day, we were reduced to 40 MPH. Just as we'd get to a valley and think we'd passed through it, we'd see that omnious ADD CHAINS NOW sign or something to that effect which could only mean one thing: We were going UP UP AND AWAY once again and could expect MASSIVE FLAKES propelling towards our windsheild.

We watched as the distance to our destination continued to fall in miles - first 52 left, then 32, then 18, then 14 and then, seriously I swear right after 14, we ascended A-GAIN up the mountain for one last Mother Nature kick in the pants fest of messy snow.

Coming down the hill, the sign said 8. And suddenly, as if we stepped out of a vortex, the weather cleared and our exit appeared and we pulled off, ecstatic to be amongst Dennys and Arbys and Applebees and mostly, just happy to be away from the SNOW.

Needless to say, we have been very lucky with the weather and really, in the grand scheme of it all, this was just a minor blip on an otherwise clear trip. And also, that if it hadn't been for D, we would probably STILL be at the top of the mountain while Mother Nature continue to wup my ass as I sat on the side of the road waiting for the storm to 'clear'.

So, thank you Mother Nature, thank you for the glorious past 3 days that you have provided at the end of December for us to enjoy the beauty of the countryside - no matter how flat or barren - as we drove across this great big country.

And yes, I guess we deserved that last little bit. Our bad.

Tomorrow: New Years in rainy NOT SNOWY Seattle. Bring it.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Another Adventure Begun

It has been 5 months in the making but D and I are officially off on our next adventure.

This adventure has coincided with the longest most intense project I've worked on since my days as a book publicist.

And so, I am only now getting to the point where I have 2 minutes to myself, to write about just what is going on in my part of the world.

I am currently making a cross country trip from Ontario to British Columbia via the United States to my new home in Richmond, B.C.

D is going back to school, I am continuing to be a tech writer and we will be in the Vancouver area for the Olympics, not before we make the epic journey in our car across multiple States in a much more comfortable albeit similar distance as many many pioneers from years past across this vast continent.

So far, so good.

With many things to say, I'd rather collect thoughts before I put them here, however I thought it was important to get down that I am leaving, gone, moving, outta here, off again.

What I also will share is that while many people would have put together a CD of all time favourite road tripping songs, we chose Bill Bryson's The Lost Continent for this journey.

I have chosen wisely. It has added more depth to this journey than I had anticipated.

I have been through 6 distinct States so far - Illinois, Wisconsin, Iowa, Minnesota, South Dakota and Wyoming.

Each now hold special memories for me. Some of them fleeting, others lasting. All of which I will save for tomorrow.

It's nice to be back.

Friday, August 21, 2009

THIS is what I've been up to

Yes. Gone quiet. VERY QUIET.

But I've been doing some thinking, processing, analyzing, vacationing, drinking....well, you get the point. LIVING.

But I finally found something that I wanted to post and is relevant to the theme of this blog, which is meant to be reaching outside of those cozy boundaries we allow ourselves to be in and really exploring something new, challenging and exciting.

I sent this recent email to friends of mine and now, I'd like to share it with you. What I didn't say in the email is how I actually got teary eyed writing about it at the end. I have a feeling this experience will touch me in ways I wasn't expecting:

Sunny days everyone,

As some of you may know, I began running in races last summer after a great group of friends convinced me it would be a fun thing to do.

Since then, I became a little addicted to the challenge and decided I would try to run a half marathon.

My training began in May of this year after I ran the Sporting Life 10km, a thrilling run straight down Yonge Street in Toronto. A June vacation and having way too much fun tubing and pulling stomach muscles at the cottage left me out of commission for about 5 weeks. Since back on the training horse, I have been trying to focus myself to get into the best shape possible to make sure I can complete this run.

Most importantly for me, I wanted to complete this challenge by also helping others. That's why I'm asking you to support me (and give me the motivation to keep trying during my tight training schedule) by donating to Sheena's Place, a fantastic organization that provides support to those with eating disorders:

"Sheena Carpenter did not survive her eating disorder. In response to her death in 1993, friends and colleagues of Sheena's mother Lynn, were motivated to create a place that would offer hope and support to people like Sheena.Sheena's Place is now a centre offering services in a welcoming, non-institutional environment and is centrally located in downtown Toronto close to public transportation. Sheena's Place serves as a link between people with eating disorders and hospital based programs, schools, agencies, therapists, families. It isn’t a residential facility. Individuals do not live here. We offer a wide range of support programs for people affected by eating disorders and their families. No referral is necessary and we respect the need and desire for confidentiality. Our programs are offered at no cost to participants."

I run to challenge myself, to stay healthy and to feel stronger. I want my efforts to help women and men who need that support in feeling healthy and strong about themselves. I can't think of a better place for me to be running for.

So, if you can, please show your support by donating at the link below. Every little bit helps. And, of course, would always welcome your cheers and waves along the route on September 27.


The more money I raise, the more I will have to run for on the big day.

Thanks so much,

Hope all is well with the world in your neck of the woods.
Love A

Please donate if you can or at least head out on the route and cheer us runners on. You never realize just how much it means to hear the encouragement along the road.

Monday, April 20, 2009

You Judgers You

It may perhaps be because I spent the weekend with a luverly bunch of mothers or perhaps its just because I'm addicted to this site but I decided to check out today's Momversation only to find it taught me something about my mother.

Do You Judge Young Mothers? | Momversation

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My mom was so "lucky" to spend her 20s with me as a child and her 30s with me as a teenager. Being a woman who has now been through my 20s and creeping into my 30s, I have even more love and adoration for her. I mean, I know I'm fun, but MORE fun than a karaoke room? Actually, I suppose they may give you a similar experience...

But I digress. Because the point of today is my respect for my mom got even LARGER and even I didn't think that was possible when I considered the possibility that being a young mother may have actually been quite a lonely place.

I remember she said she relished 30 because by then, she was a mother of 4 and was just happier to be taken a bit more seriously because of her age.

So, I suppose it's a bit early for Mother's Day, but I think I'm sending this one out to her and all young mothers who are braver then most to take on this challenge. I raise many glasses to you.

And today, as the my family joke goes, I guess I'm the favourite.

Friday, March 27, 2009

Bid, Drink and Be Part of a Good Cause

I'm heading out tonight to this event:

Nights for Rights

I'm excited to go for a good cause.

I'm intrigued about bidding on the auction, especially what David's Tea will have on offer.

I'm hoping it will help me feel a little closer to the big G-Town reunion I'm missing that's going on in London as I write.

I'm certain I will drink my recommended daily drink intake (that is, according to my doctor who I saw yesterday, 9 drinks) in the evening.

Happy Weekend.

Monday, March 23, 2009

It's Almost TOO Bad

I thought I couldn't be more shocked about FOX "news" (and I use that term lightly) but this recent clip scares me. I'm a bit at a loss for words on what to say. I'm not intentionally trying to further promote negativity from the U.S. because I know so many Americans who are good, kind, thoughtful, respectful, intelligent people.

I guess I just couldn't help but think of all the soldiers families when I saw this, even as recently as this past weekend when four more were lost. And I also thought, what would FOX news have done if someone talked about their military in this manner?

Also ignorantly poignant that one of the commentators didn't even realise that Canadian troops were fighting, that we have been for 8 years, in a country the U.S. pretty much just abandoned.

I'm not sure what I expect to come out of posting this. I suppose if we look at this and remember that some people are watching this in the U.S. right now as their source for information. And maybe we should feel sorrier for them that they live in a country where there information disseminators choose to act like 5 year olds in a school ground then articulate, knowledgable individuals.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Hey Fly Boy

In high school, I gave my mother a heart attack when I announced that I was going flying with a classmate and that the 17 year old would be flying the plane. He introduced me to negative Gs and even let me take the wheel for a bit - sorry Mom, I wasn't telling you that part!

We all knew back then that there was no stopping this guy. And I can't believe I'm only 15 people away from saying I flew with the next Canadian astronaut.

Stolen from CTV, that dashing young gentleman centre and just left of the lone female is my good fly boy friend.

After that flight, we became good friends. Either that or he tolerated me for another good number of years, rambling on as a girl among the boys, always ending up being a crazy pants in one shape or form.

We'd lose touch then reconnect then lose touch again. Training to be an astronaut tends to require some dedication. My only excuse was too much time spent in the pub.

I'll be watching him now, though, keeping every limb crossed to get the universe to do the right thing.

I can't think of anyone else more deserving of representing our country in space.

Go Jeremy Go!

Monday, March 09, 2009

Just One More Reason why the UK Rules

I know, I know, I've gone silent again.

But I must say this video made me a little nostalgic for that crazy place called the UK.

Happy commuting today

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Floodgate Opening Commence...

I'm bit addicted to the online community site Momversation, which showcases some pretty talented ladies discussing a crazy range of things from swearing in front of your kids to circumcision yes or no?

The latest topic, thanks to dooce, is certain to get some attention.

To Kid or not to Kid

An interesting dialogue. One I'm not quite prepared to get involved in just quite yet but later, when I gather my thoughts, perhaps I'll venture in.

I suppose the only thing I will say is that I don't really condone anyone judging anyone else's choice. Either side of the coin. So bottom line, no judging. Mutual respect. Be nice to your friends.

See? I guess everything I ever DID need to learn, I learned in kindergarten.

The floor, is yours....

Friday, February 06, 2009

So THAT'S Why...

Last week, D and I ventured out to hear this guy speak about not only his time in Afghanistan but also, where the world of journalism is headed for the future.

He's an alumnus of our school - Ryerson University - and being back in those halls made me kinda itch a bit not only for the thrills of reporting but also, the world's-your-oyster feeling of being a student.

I suppose that's partly what drew me to teaching, that observation of wonderment and newness of topics show to people who have not yet experienced it.

Amongst the many interesting and inspirational things Smith said, there was also quite an poignant comment from an establish newspaper man in the crowd.

Someone asked him what employers are looking for these days, a typical 4th year student question, which although understandable kinda of sounded dense in the context of the conversation and certainly for someone who has been out of school for almost 10 years.

He answered the standard, 'drive, ambition, willingness to learn' etc and then he said something that hit home for me.

He said employers in the journalism are looking for people who are generally curious about the world around them, who truly want to understand how the human spirit works, who ultimately want to take a large amount of information from many sources and make it make sense to the average person.

Sometimes I have found it often difficult to explain my desire for adventure, exploration, discovery over all other things.

I often think I'm strange, clearly desiring the exact opposite of what so many others seem to want. And I guess, when he said that, I realized that I'm not strange.

There is an entire industry built around people who are extremely curious about the world and how people work in and most importantly are driven to tell others, to explain things in a way they will understand, to ultimately bring together to opposing sides or viewpoints and make them understand or at least respect the differences among the human race.

And I was part of it. And I suppose in many ways I still am. Just in a different way.

Thursday, February 05, 2009


I recently changed desks at work from a window view to a room view and decided that I would bring in my birthday present from last year to give me a different view.

D bought me a Kodak Digital Frame, which we occasionally will put on in the house but as of recently, we found it simply sat turned off.

For the last two weeks, I'm taken down memory lane on a daily basis.

D thought it would make me want to travel more. I just find it brings me happiness to remember all of the places I've been. I guess that's why anyone takes pictures, prints pictures, keeps pictures and looks at them again. It's just been so great to have the slideshow of my life flip before me throughout the day.

And it helps me remember moments like this one:

Sometimes I forget we went to Luxembourg. That we spent two nights there at the beginning of our first trek. That it was the second country we were in after the Netherlands and was the beginning of longing for discovery.

That it had the most gorgeous valley, right in the middle of the city, filled with breathtaking cliffs of vegetation, rocks and caves as well as quaint little homes and cobble stone roads.

That we splurged on a hotel for the first night - 83 Euros - after spending 7 nights in an Amsterdam hostel and had to make up for it by sleeping on a sagging bed in a smaller hotel run by an old lady who literally had blue hair the next night - 47 Euros - just to try and stay within our 100 Euro a day budget.

And that we ended up eating at Luxembourg's version of McDonalds just to try not to go over budget. And that's when we discovered that dinner was going to be one of the most important parts of our travelling days and never again would it be scrimped.

I couldn't tell you what I did last Tuesday, but I'm glad because it seems the crevices of my brain are filled with piece of adventure and not whether it was a movie or TV.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Why Christian Bale Movies Will Not Get My Money

People - unless you're a doctor trying to save starving children and an army is blocking your or you're about to stop Dr. Evil from pressing the Explode the World button, there is absolutely no need for this type of outrage.

Actor shows off his small vocabulary and intellect

Boo urns, Mr. Bale. There are a lot more talented people out there who probably can handle themselves just that much better then you just did.


Monday, February 02, 2009

Scrub a Dub Dub

I'm salivating at the possibility that I will be here this weekend:

Blitz Your Bod

It is exactly 10 times the price of what I would pay for my Korean Sunday Sauna but that just means that I can only go 1/10 of the time.

Better than nothing. And this time of year, I can't wait!

Wednesday, January 28, 2009


It has now been over a year since we got back. We left London on January 17, 2008 and arrived the same day back to a world unknown - Canada.

We had no idea - nor did we speculate - what was in store for us when we got home.

What we knew for sure was that we needed rest, calm, stability, quiet, same old same old for a good period of reflection.

We didn't need adventure or escape or incomprehensible challenges. We knew we needed to be able to sleep in a bed for more than 3 nights, to not have food dictate our daily itinerary, to not have to wonder whether we would be understood.

Home gave that to us. We were surrounded by wonderful friends and supportive families that were willing to help us in any way they could reintegrate back into this world that seemed very far from home.

I think I've always called it home. This year has taught me that it is, in fact, home and that even though lots of places around the world felt like home, this is the one place that really defined that word for us.

We had some trials. Starting from scratch is never easy and though we had more help in this part of the world then we had elsewhere, perhaps we relied too much on that assistance mentally and just assumed it would be easier. In hindsight, the physical was easier. We had family to help to find a place, support us when we did and even let us stay with them when we didn't.

The mental, however, was just as hard, perhaps harder because of the expectations we had on it being easier.

My sister C was the one who got me thinking about expectations. My workmate F said that happiness is actually about managing expectations.

There were many things I did not expect. I know people close to us expected many things as well. And perhaps, this was the hardest part of the entire 're-entry'.

One by one, watching friends and family be disappointed or have to alter those expectations about us being home. It was hard for me not to feel like I was letting people down and yet I couldn't change who I was or what I wanted and I knew that those around me didn't want me to be anything other than me.

But we have overcome many things. Just as before, we managed to find a home and jobs within the span of 7 months. We managed to find time for cultural journeys and quiet days at home, weekends at the cottage and weeknights on the patios, holidays with family and group dinners with friends.

We rebuilt relationships with people - big and small - and learned the value of being close proximity to those who have known you for a lifetime.

There are days when I just want to get up again. When I feel so deeply in my bones that I was meant to fill this life up with exploration and discovery. When I want to just jump into another culture, soak it up and really become one step closer to understanding the nature of human beings.

And I know there are other ways to learn this. Some people have children, watch them grow, observe in wonderment how the human spirit is so versatile and resilient. Some people take up teaching to inspire and engage. Some people climb the ladders to the top to help empower and motivate people to be the best they can be. Some people master a task and focus their energies on doing things perfectly.

All of these are ways to discover more about the human spirit. And I'm trying new things everyday as this urban Canadian person to see just how else I can discover.

But I can't say that the desire to educate myself about the world by being part of it has not gone away. Many people will think I've "gotten it out of my system" and should really "settle down" into a world that perhaps was not meant for me.

For now, I'm really giving it a chance. Because the benefits of being close to family and friends, living amongst a diverse community, contribute to the happiness I feel.

But I will always maintain that what we set out to do, what we hoped to achieve was about creating a lifestyle. To never feel stuck, never feel trapped, to always set out in life to do things you want to do and not things you have to do.

Right now, I think we're doing that. And no matter where we go from here, we must always remember why we gave up so much in the first place and use that as a guide to direct us down this crazy river of life.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

For the Kids...

My interest in education and nurturing the next generation probably started years ago when I was a Girl Guide leader. Part of me thought back then that I just liked to be bossy.

There was one moment, during a weekend camping trip, where I saw the light in a girl's eyes and I knew that this was a feeling that I wanted to witness again. She was a small little blond girl, 9 years old and while very out going and precarious, she was terrified of fire.

All the girls had to try and light the stoves by lighting matches at least once as part of the tasks to compelete their 'Overnight Camp Trip'. And this girl was petrified. So, I helped a little. I showed her how to do it. We practiced with wood and then got ready for the real thing.

I could see the fear in her eyes and yet there was a determination. She was GOING to do it, even if she was completely convinced that she wouldn't.

And then she did. On the first match try. And the look on her face was one of beaming accomplishment. And for the rest of the weekend, you could hear her voice loud and clear whenever it was time to light the fire 'I'LL DO IT!! I CAN DO IT!! LET ME DO IT!!'

The satisfaction of being part of that moment for her was very exhilarating.

Being in Korea gave me that opportunity every day, especially watching the kindergartens. These little people, first time away from their moms and dads, and seeing how they coped, learned, adapted, interacted, grew, learned - incredible.

And this long ramble is actually leading to a poignant column I read today in the Globe and Mail. One that I think needs to get out there and have more people be angry by this.

Because it angered me.

IOC sinks to new low by severing ties with charity

I've seen how empowering extracurricular activities can be for young children and how they take those lessons with them everywhere.

What the IOC agreed to was clearly out of greed and not really for any other purpose, certainly not for the purpose of bringing different nations together, to be together on a common ground.

But wait, what are the Olympics for now anyway?

Monday, January 19, 2009

For Now..

I have quite a few things that I want to write about here but after a weekend cooped up with the WORST COLD OF THE CENTURY (and after living through yellow dust in Korea, THAT' saying something) I am still just trying to focus on lifting my glass of orange juice to my mouth with out sneezing, coughing or falling asleep.

But there was something I just read that I wanted to share. Because I like it. And I sometimes know how lucky I am that travelling and living around the world and having someone like D has allowed me to put things in perspective that other people struggle with, that I used to struggle with and that I am now quite happy is not one of my struggling points (although I have many other, one of which is rambling on when I SPECIFICALLY SAID I did not have the energy to do so.)

Here is it

Friday, January 16, 2009

Run Forest Run

My sister C reminded me today of a time that seems almost light years away as I sit look out a window of the PILES of snow and the MINUS of degrees in weather.

This is a shot of me finishing my 2nd 10km this October. I kinda like how I'm in mid air. And thats a look of joy and satisfaction and MAN DO I KICK ASS on my face. So, I'm physically AND mentally, flying.

And that fuzzy person? Taking the picture in the left hand side of the screen? Well, that's my biggest cheerleader, D.

I decided to take on a long distance running challenge thanks to friends of our L&J. L had done loads of long distance when we were younger, so she pretty much breezed through the 10km that got me addicted to running.

She set up a running schedule for us, I think it was 10 weeks in advance, and by sticking to it, I surprised myself.

I remember the first couple of days, struggling to complete 3.5 km, wondering how it was I thought I was ever going to go 3 times that amount without my lungs giving out on me.

And, then it really just got easier. It's a simplistic statement, and a bit of the obvious, but essentially, my body just began to figure out what it was suppose to do.

Before a knew it, a short run was 5km.

Some days it was harder (eh-hem, on mornings AFTER a good night out) but some days I surprised myself (like the night I started my run frustrated and managed to run 10km IN THE RAIN) and in the end, the scariest day was the day of the first 10km, when I was so terrified that I wouldn't finish or WORSE I would end up walking across the finish line.

By the time I got to the 7km mark of my first 10km on Toronto island, I was feeling pretty confident, although I knew all the people I was running with were probably already at the finish line.

Then, my MP3 player died. It had happened. My worst nightmare. I didn't have music to push me through. I was TOTALLY going to walk across the finish line.

Singing in your head anyone? Focussing on that person you're going to pass ahead of you anyone? Ignoring your achy feet anyone? More singing in your head anyone? And then, of course, cheers from the crowds as I sprinted in.

There are many reasons to hate winter, especially if you don't get out there and play some sports in it. I can't wait for the spring so I can back on the road and go flying.

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Travel & Tech Collision

You may have noticed my blog has been less about travelling and dreaming and more about stuff, or how to reacquaint yourself with stuff after you've spent 6 years avoiding stuff.

I managed to find something today, however, that would MERGE both the travelling AND the gadget-stuff type life.

See it, Post it, Love it, Make Out With it

After spending hours of potential sight seeing time and millions of pennies at various Internet cafes uploading photographs, I can say that THIS is perhaps the best $500 value you'll find.

Standing in from of the Eiffel Tower with the most beautiful sunset? Don't want to leave it but have the EXTREME URGE to share the love? Take the picture. Upload to your site.

(note: okay, sorry, you'll need to find a wireless hotspot to do so but hey, you get my drift)

I realise phones do this but phones do not have the pretty-ness of this beauty NOR do they all have that wonderful touch capacity that Aston Krucher was showing us before Christmas.

This people, is a piece of stuff I can get on board with.

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Have you been Seen?

I started following this woman and her blog awhile ago and have really been inspired by her creativity and innovation.

Watching this story makes me miss books. It also makes me miss being around people who work in the book industry. There was a lot of drama and always a lot of anxiety about the future but this type of story reminds me that there is hope.

People do read. And at the end of the day, if your stress is related to getting them to do so, well, that's a stress I can get on board with.

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Techy Geek...Or Bandwagon Jumper

I'm currently at my desk, F5-ing my web browser screen on this website just to get the MOST UP TO DATE INFORMATION from the MacWorld Keynote 2009 speech.

It's in these moments that it makes me want to run out, buy a Mac and start preaching the good word around to techy's alike. Its only natural to live up to my coke-bottle-glasses image, isn't it?

Monday, January 05, 2009

Round We Go Again

2009 is here. Does anyone remember Y2K? God, that seems like, years ago. Well, 9 years ago to be exact.

I have lots of way in which I am going to alter my perception this year. I will not call them New Year's Resolutions because really, that is just setting myself up for disaster.

But I am going to look at this year with new eyes. And hope that with each day, I will keep the awe-ness that I so cherish in daily discovery and observation.

I'm going to slow down. Say no. Prioritize. Stop and smell the roses type thing.

I'm going to not let the snow get me down and leave my house anyway.

I'm going to try to relish in my distractions and not rue them.

I'm going to remember that endorphins are my friends and 10 times up and down my steps can do the trick if it's -20 outside.

Wishing you all new hope and adventure.