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Gift giving

The candles are lit and the lights in the city are becoming brighter as the sun dips below the horizon. I love this season of the year! Where it’s filled with gatherings of family and friends, nights spent under the covers and a good book in my hands, the hot coco and tea seems to never end, and on some nights I mix my earl grey tea with some rum and top it off with eggnog.

Today was spent listening to christmas music, pulling out wrapping paper and all the trimmings, and just relishing in the time spent folding and wrapping presents. Last year I didn’t get to wrap any presents, so I’m enjoying another year putting my love of giving gifts to use.

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As mentioned before I adore giving gifts. The searching, scouring, deciding between this one or that one until I find the perfect item and then being giddy with happiness with my parcel tucked under my arm. I’m like a little kid waiting for cake when I’m waiting for the person to open their gift! While they admire the packaging a smile goes wide across my face and then as they tear the paper off I hold my breath waiting until they see the gift inside. Once they see it, it takes everything I have not to clap saying “Isn’t it the best thing, ever?!”

The 5 Love Languages say that one love language is the receiving of gifts, but I think my way of showing love isn’t the same as receiving. I LOVE gift giving and I love how Christmas allows me to indulge in this showing of love as much as possible! Now I’m off to anticipate Christmas day and all it’s tearing of paper and exclaiming over gifts showered with love!

Heading to NYC

As we sat among the dry grass watching exotic animals pass us by, we chatted easily about the places we had recently seen and also the places we wanted to go. While living in Europe travel was the thing we lived and breathed for, we would eat homemade soup just so that we could hop on the next plane to take us anywhere. Travel still is the thing we live and breathe for, but we no longer have to eat soup for the next plane ride, we just have to go longer stints between traveling and enjoy a different lifestyle.

Another item I wrote down on my bucket list, was travel to NYC. As with everything else on my list, I didn’t actually think it would ever come true. Many reasons being that I told myself I wasn’t worthy enough, good enough, lucky enough. I believed those lies to the very core of me, until recently. I’ve been crossing items off my bucket list with such vengeance that I’m afraid soon I’ll have to make another one with even bigger desires!

So today, as I pack my carry-on and make sure all my camera batteries are full, I am looking forward to finally seeing the city that never sleeps, having amazing culinary experiences that will make my heart burst, and falling even more in love.

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A season of rest and creativity

I’m enjoying a season in my life where I get to just enjoy and be. I’ve never really had a season like this in my life and some days I have no idea what to do with myself. I feel like I’ve been constantly on the run going to school (interior design), working a full-time job, or pushing my small business forward. At one point I was doing all three of these at the same time. I’m so used to having a to-do list a mile long, the rush and pressure of being on social media, and making sure my clients are happy and more than satisfied with their products. But now, I sit and listen.

I spend mornings wrapped in my soft beige throw and stare out the window watching ships come and go from the bay. I read books while nibbling on apples and oranges. I cook fun and balanced meals (today at 10 in the morning I decided to make mousse de chocolat, and I can’t wait to have it later this evening). Every day I have the privilege of doing the things I’m inspired to do and activities that will make me happy. Sure there are days that are filled with running to the bank or post office, but while I’m running there I have the time to linger over shop windows and stop for a take away latte instead of dashing back to my desk.

I know this season won’t last forever so I’m soaking up every last drop I possibly can. So the other day I wanted to learn how to make an animated gif that wasn’t what you typically see on sidebars but one inspired by Jamie Beck. I spent the afternoon learning and teaching myself and I really like what I came up with. Still much to refine and work on, but I think I’m going to end up doing more of these during my season of rest and creativity.

1 comment
  • JennyDecember 17, 2012 - 4:45 AM

    enjoy the time of “dolce va niente” – love the cinematographReplyCancel

Being scared about being happy

I’m scared, terrified. Nervous that I’m going to go after something and I’ll fail. That maybe I’ll pick the wrong activity to pursue and I’ll end up wasting my time. This seems to be the story of my life: always too fearful that I’ll fail, before I even start, that I don’t even bother going forward. I can’t actually succeed at anything because I never actually went for it, so no need to feel guilty or not good enough.

I wrote recently that your dream is your dream, and you need to go after it, because you are the only one who can truly make it happen. I seem to have already forgotten my own advice. You see there are so many different avenues, careers, activities I want to pursue; but I want to be great at all of them. I want to feel good while I’m doing it and not heartbroken that something isn’t working out.

In all honesty, I’m exhausted. I’ve paired down my life to just the basics because I can’t handle anything more than that. My days are filled with micro details that somehow morph into the end of the day. And when someone calls and asks me what I’m doing with my life, I say “nothing”.  I honestly don’t know what I’m doing with my life. I told a friend recently that when I turn 100 I still think I will be wondering what I’m supposed to be doing with it. There are just way too many things I want to see, do, and be that I’m scared I’ll never do any of them or won’t be satisfied with what I’ve already done!

One night while Mister and I discussed my frustrations of late, he looked at my tear stained face and asked me for just one simple thing. “Be happy. Do whatever you need to do to be happy, I don’t really care what it is. I just want you to be happy”. At that point my frustrations were boiling down to the fact that I thought I had to do something, anything, like get an office job or reopen my photography business in Vancouver. I didn’t want to do either, and I felt the expectations that I’d have to do one or the other engulfing me, that I almost couldn’t breathe. So when he told me to just be happy, I almost didn’t believe him.

“You don’t expect me to get an office job or continue my photography?” I asked him. “Only, if it makes you happy”. I almost started crying again just from the sense of relief I felt in those simple words. After weeks of hardly get out of bed from the weight of the expectations I had put on myself, the next morning I woke up and started doing the things that actually made me happy. Those are now the micro details that fill up my day.

It’s funny how I don’t even feel one ounce of fear when I’m doing something that makes me happy, it feels natural to me to light a candle and smell the beautiful aromas from it. Or to put my boots on and walk around the city window shopping. It doesn’t even phase me to question why I wouldn’t do it now, it just makes me happy!

So now I wonder, why are we always so scared and terrified to go after the macro details of our life? What is it that instills so much fear that we automatically become fearful of failing that we’d rather not start at all. For instance, I love writing. It brings so much joy and happiness when I actually cave in and write instead of thinking who is going to read it or worse “who am I to even think I have something to say and share with the world?”. Even though it brings me happiness much like lighting candles around my house, it carries it’s own set of fear that the candle never has.

So in the face of this fear, worried that I truly might have nothing to say that is worth sharing with the world, I’m going to share it anyway. I’m going to share my journey of doing the things that make me happy: what it looks like, how it feels, what happens when I step into the macro details that I fear so much, and how I deal with actually going after the desires of my heart. And hopefully along the way, I’ll find the answers as to why we’re always so scared to go after those big things in our life that we know we’ll never be happy with until we do them.

creative expression

Yesterday afternoon I was tucked into a theater that wasn’t anything like I experienced in Europe, but that was the point. To enjoy all that Vancouver has to offer and just enjoy, not compare. So as I sat in my red velvet chair watching the orchestra swaying back and forth to the music they played and acrobats fly in red fabric from the ceiling I felt deep appreciation well up inside me.

It was an appreciation and a realization that in each of us is this amazing ability to be creative, to express ourselves in so many different forms and that we feel completely alive when we do it. As the performance came to a close I stood up and clapped as loud and hard as I could, showing them I loved that they expressed themselves before me in ways I didn’t consider before.

And as I stood there clapping, it made me wonder, what makes expressing ourselves such a strong desire for some of us. That we can’t go a day without creating something: jewelry, photography, writing, designing a building, a new dance move, a paint brush to canvas, a lyric to music. There are countless ways to express ourselves and our creativity and I am curious, what is your creative expression? And why do you long to do it each day?