Balance both sides.

This month has been a whirlwind of experiences. 6 cities. 2 countries. 3 road trips. Many friends, old and new. Many photographs I never would have taken otherwise. I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world. But in this whirlwind, I have been woo’d by the experience of fun, and neglected the responsibility of everyday.

To me, humanity is a balance of things we enjoy versus those we do not. Every night of binge drinking comes with a hangover. Every spending spree comes with debt. As exciting as this month has been, there is a lot of laundry, bills and general responsibility for me to tend to now that it is over. I have spent most of tonight wishing that wasn’t the case, while also realizing I cannot avoid it any longer.

‘Fun’ is a core value of mine. But it’s a tricky one. It likes to convince me that it should always be running the show. What I’m learning over the last few months is that this ‘fun’ little devil is not good with responsibility. Part of my new project is to train myself when I can have fun, and when it’s not useful. Because clearly, I have not got it down pat yet.

A friend told me tonight that it takes more than just one experience to actually learn something. Yet I have been holding myself to a different standard. I feel like by this age I should have everything all worked out. I should be the grown up I imagined when I was a teenager thinking about what 29-year-olds must be like. On one hand it’s less pressure to know we don’t all have it figured out. On the other hand, I’m clear what it is I need to figure out yesterday. And this might just be the kick in the ass I needed to make it happen.

I’m starting to realize that we all just go through a series of growing pains and growth spurts. The pains are awful, but necessary for us to sprout up and become better versions of ourselves. My learning today is that writing grounds me no matter what. And it’s important that I take time to write both when I’m happy and when I need an outlet.  Because just like life, our passions must live out in the balance of ups and downs we experience, in order for them to stay part of us. There is no perfect life, but the passionate one is the one we all strive to live for, isn’t it? 

Challenge Accepted...

It's funny how life can be sometimes. The things you think you need the least you actually need the most. And the things you want so desperately you may not quite be ready for. 

I was hours from cancelling this vacation in favour of taking action in my life at home. What I didn't realize is that it takes longer than a few days of reflection for me to re tune my strings. Mentally I accomplished so much this trip- and accessed parts of my mind that could not have been found on just a few days off. 

What I learned about myself this week is that I have taken the shortcut to relieving the loss of so many people I love. What I felt when my dad died I never wanted to feel again. So I buried it deep down and dropped all of the passions I had that reminded me of him. Now in the last few months my love for photography and writing resurfaced, and I felt alive again. But there was one glue that tied those together that I forgot I even forgot. My love for all things Country. 

As the proud new owner of a pair of cowboy boots and hat travels back to the city, I feel reconnected somehow. Rejuvenated. I am more clear of what I need to do to be balanced. The problem is that I know I will fall back into old habits. So I have decided to set myself up with a structure to retrain my subconscious. 

I have long been interested in neuroplasticity, and the notion that we can re-wire our brains (so to speak) to cause us to act a different way. A few days ago I sat in my favorite cafe in Vancouver, fresh off of a 4-day cowboy, beer, and rodeo binge and read an article on the frontal lobe of our brain. It identified this part of our brain as the part that indicates 'maturity', since it is the region known to curb impulses as it develops through our early 20's. The notion of long-term impact is registered in this part of the brain. Given that I had just spent the weekend avoiding all things healthy in favour of fried food, beer, and cowboy-admiring, I was feeling some frontal-lobe inadequacy. 

That's when it hit me. I often find it difficult to choose the 'right thing' to do over what I 'feel' like doing. A classic problem for someone in their early 20's, but something I felt I should be over as I near the dreaded dirty 30's. If I really want to have a serious life for myself, I have to stop acting like a child. But where before I would just get frustrated with myself and wish I could change, I now had a new perspective. According to the notion of neuroplasticity and what I learned from this article, all I have to do is ‘re-train' my frontal lobe to firmly consider the long-term impact of all of my decisions.

Easy enough right? The next five months will tell...

Point to somewhere on the map. Get in your car and drive.

Sometimes vacations work out your mind the way a good yoga class works your body. I started off this vacation with an epic weekend- filled with so much laughter, new friends, and photos that it was an adjustment coming down. A week of nothing on the agenda in a city that wasn’t my own seemed less like a treat and more like boredom. And I embraced more iPad games than scenic sightseeing for a few days.

After working through all of the ‘brain kinks’ I carried with me on the start of this vacation, I feel ready to start the next chapter. I’m starting to realize that I work better with a goal in mind- as proven by the motivation I had starting this blog. So my next project is underway. Because when you can’t get unstuck from where you are, choose a new place to go and it will always take you in the right direction. 

The Neverending Why

Sometimes I think "why" is a trap. Today I made a split second decision that I instantly regretted. What directly followed was a stream of thoughts involving regret, self-hatred, and theories about how I don't take enough risks and am therefore unhappy. 

What I seem to always forget is that my decisions don't define me. They might affect me, my circumstances, and how others view me- but they do not characterize who I am as a person. Or at the very least, thinking that they do is not helpful in living an empowered life. 

I like to think I am who I make myself this moment; independent of the moments that precede it. This would mean I have the capability if inventing and reinventing myself, learning from my mistakes and putting those learnings into action. 

At times, if left to my own devices I can be a bit of a two year old; constantly asking why and striving to find the underlying reasons for why things are the way they are.  While this can be useful in some cases, sometimes it is not.

So I am making a pact with myself over the next few days. Stop thinking, start doing. Go with my instincts and stick to my decisions. They may not be perfect, but hey- neither am I. The least I can do is be loyal to myself.

inspire. yourself.

It's been a while and I'm realizing that I have been waiting. For what, I don't know. Love. Inspiration. Something. But I now see that I'm putting too much responsibility in the hands of others to make me happy. 

It hit me like a ton of bricks while driving through the mountains yesterday. Call it a moment of clarity, but no one else gives a shit about me the way I do. And they probably never will. So when and why did I drop the ball on taking my life into my own hands?


It seems I have forgotten one important lesson. You have to do things even when you aren't inspired. You don't always get to choose. And while yes, sometimes we can be inspired by our dogs/cup of coffee/yoga/friends/romance/jobs, it's not up to them most of the time. It's up to you. It's the dishes theory- no one else will do them for you, no matter how much you ignore your kitchen.


So here I sit, in a park in Vancouver. Just like I do back home all of the time. And for the first time I don't feel lit up by this skyline the way I have every time before. Now the only thing left to do is generate the inspiration myself. Write. Photograph. Walk until it melts away. Put into practice what I know will help.


But if all else fails, what there is to do is be okay with wherever I am at. Because maybe it's just that I used up my quota of fun last weekend. And that is perfectly fine.