Walking to the store today I found my footsteps rushed. I stumbled along the icy street in some sort of attempt to remain balanced. Then in mid step I wondered why I was rushing?
For a while now I've been in a rush to move from one place to another, to hurry up events in my life. Projects keep getting piled on and I've almost always got something to do. Whether it gets done is another question entirely.
But what is the advantage of rushing through life? Things have been good for a while now, maybe it's safe to slow down a bit and take some deep breaths.
So I slowed down. I enjoyed the music of my iPod and took my time. It was cold outside, but for the first time in a while I didn't really mind. I enjoyed being outside on a crisp winter evening, and I was relaxed.
I had a really bad day at work today. People were yelling and I was frustrated with clients and with myself. I had to walk away from my computer for a while in order to calm down. It really brought me down for a bit, but the walk helped. I found some peace, a sort of metaphoric "center." Coincidentally this was right around 8 o'clock.
They say you learn at least one new thing each day. Today I learned that the number 08 is the world's most perfect number. Maybe it's no coincidence that things have been better these past few weeks...or perhaps I'm just reading into things a little too much. Somedays I ramble a little too much in these blogs...
What else have I learned today? Canadian clients are all nice. I've also learned that I know what I want with my life, it's just a matter of taking a risk. I also know now that tomorrow will be another day, better then today.
I look forward to tomorrow and what new adventures it shall bring...
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
Double Dog Dare
"The true art of memory is the art of attention." - Samuel Johnson
This story isn't a hollywood big budget production. There are no perfect families or angsty teens with money and fancy parties. It doesn't really fit the role of comedy and will never win awards as the next big sci-fi thriller. It's my story. It's a pretty ordinary tale, and for that I am truly sorry. That is the only truly genuine apology you should expect from me during this tale, so savour it while you can.
Before we begin, I should lay down the foundation of what you're about to learn:
It would be easy for me to begin this little tale of mis begotten drama, somewhere during the nine months while my mother cared for me in her womb, or perhaps in the delivery room. After all, that's where most stories begin, is it not? I suppose if you want to be litteral that might be the case. To hell with the human gestation period...lets fast forward a few years...
This is the beginning of my newest project. I don't know what medium it will take form in, but its been something brewing in my mind over the last several weeks. Before you ask, no this is not a life story or some biography. For the sake of practicality I used the intro with several personal details, however as the character grows those details will be supplanted with pieces of information more relevant to the story itself. Plus, what do you think I am...some sort of egomaniac? Who would really want to read a life story about me? I certainly wouldn't pick up a copy...
That brings the number of working projects to four. This story, the sequel to my first Elizabeth novel, the story of Aeris Raine and my angel screenplay. We'll see which one gets completed first.
Anyone wanna make any bets on either of these upcoming challenges? Make me a deal...I dare you...
This story isn't a hollywood big budget production. There are no perfect families or angsty teens with money and fancy parties. It doesn't really fit the role of comedy and will never win awards as the next big sci-fi thriller. It's my story. It's a pretty ordinary tale, and for that I am truly sorry. That is the only truly genuine apology you should expect from me during this tale, so savour it while you can.
Before we begin, I should lay down the foundation of what you're about to learn:
- I was born into a normal family, with loving parents.
- I came out at the age of sixteen.
- I work for a bank, but my passion isn't numbers or money; it's in words.
- I typically vote Liberal.
- I come from a military family - we've all been involved in some small part.
- I have few hobbies: writing, dancing, movies.
- I can be considered obsessive, I see it as being organized.
- I live in Winnipeg, Manitoba...at least, during this chapter of our unremarkable tale.
- I am twenty-two years old.
- ...
It would be easy for me to begin this little tale of mis begotten drama, somewhere during the nine months while my mother cared for me in her womb, or perhaps in the delivery room. After all, that's where most stories begin, is it not? I suppose if you want to be litteral that might be the case. To hell with the human gestation period...lets fast forward a few years...
This is the beginning of my newest project. I don't know what medium it will take form in, but its been something brewing in my mind over the last several weeks. Before you ask, no this is not a life story or some biography. For the sake of practicality I used the intro with several personal details, however as the character grows those details will be supplanted with pieces of information more relevant to the story itself. Plus, what do you think I am...some sort of egomaniac? Who would really want to read a life story about me? I certainly wouldn't pick up a copy...
That brings the number of working projects to four. This story, the sequel to my first Elizabeth novel, the story of Aeris Raine and my angel screenplay. We'll see which one gets completed first.
Anyone wanna make any bets on either of these upcoming challenges? Make me a deal...I dare you...
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Life Is A Train
Theme Song: "Life is a Train" - Maren Ord
Life Outlook: Positive
Current Weather: -28°C, Clear
"Life is train, filled with pleasure, filled with pain.
Hey conductor, take me away.
Life is a train, I think I'll take this ride away.
Hey conductor, take me away."
Those are the lyrics of my favourite songs by Maren Ord. As simplistic as they may seem, the song resonates true whenever I hear it. One day I might be stressing over the foils in this world - the next I might be floating up amongst the clouds...filled with inexplainable joy.
I can't say I'm up on cloud nine...but life is looking pretty good right about now. Joshua recently celebrated his birthday, things are falling into place at work...and when I least expected it, happiness found me.
Don't get me wrong, I'm still remaining practical. Around the next corner I could hurt myself, or have a terrible day at work...or suffer a weeks worth of migraines. But overall, life is looking pretty good. I can honestly say that makes me smile, and that's something I haven't really been doing for a while now. Just because life is good though, that doesn't mean I won't have goals for the New Year:
- Work Out & Stay Healthy
- Finish A Rough Draft (Manuscript)
- Edit My Novel
- Finish My Second Novel
- Improve My Apartment
- Gain My Mutual Funds License
- Invest More & Stay On Budget
Now if only it would damn well warm up, life would be just about near perfect. Windchill sucks.
I was going to leave you all with a preview of my most recent project (the manuscript), however it's getting late and I need to re-read what I've written. Wouldn't want to be a disappointment. :-) So for tonight I shall leave you with this thought:
"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: It goes on." - Robert Frost
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Thank Goodness
Why two months without an update is a terrible thing indeed. I haven't been online much lately, and I'm sure some of you believe me to be dead. Well I'm still around and kicking and living every day as best I can. The holidays were a busy time, what with the new job and the holidays in general. I spent a great deal time with family and with those closest to me, and all in all it was a very good time. I've completed training and started working on the floor, which has been a rather positive experience. I miss the people I trained with, though.
During my training period my writing went by the way-side...hence the lack of updates and the sporatic pressence online. I have a tonne of ideas floating around in my head, so hopefully within the next few weeks I can get back into the writing spirit. My focus as of late has been making my apartment more into a home. I know however once I really start to feel comfortable here, that's when I'm going to be ready to move onto a new place...hopefully a house of my own. That, however, is still quite a ways off.
The passing of New Years has recently made me reflect on how much has changed for myself and those around me this past year. Michelle, Joshua, Scott and myself have all quit our jobs, and in my case I've quit two jobs. Laura is now engaged to be married and making wedding plans. Scott and Michelle have both found new partners who they are both very happy with. Jessica has gone through some drastic life changes. Kimberley took a leave of absence from work and travelled across Europe. Heather moved to Montreal for the summer...and then to a small town in Quebec for the year. I finally moved out on my own. Jackie officially came out to us all. Scott broke his knee and I sliced my hand open with a knife. Both of my dear Crystal's found great guys that make them smile. My Sister Graduated Highschool. Michelle made the decision to remain in Winnipeg and pursue a career here in the city. A lot has changed, yet a great deal has remained the same.
It's been quite a year and who knows what 2007 will bring.
Michelle needs to write an autobiography shortly and it got me thinking: if I were to write an autobiography, what would I write? Would it be anything of interest to the average reader? Hells no. While I wish I could talk about wacky adventures on the bus or say I've gone through medical school or that I travelled to Israel...I wouldn't have any of that. Born and raised in Canada, life of a normal family, and now living on my own.
Of course that's not to say there haven't been rough patches along the way...
But would it really be enough for an autobiography...even just a two page one? One of my greatest fears has always been being forgotten when I'm not around...and how can one be remembered if there's nothing outstanding to recall? What really makes an individual truly memorable? Maybe that's too complex of a question for a random blog such as this. So getting back to some less serious topics...
Joshua and my mother both have birthdays this upcoming weekend! It should prove to be a good time. I have a long weekend next weekend too, which should be rather exciting. For now however I'm going to go back to my soundtracks, head off the computer and brainstorm my next writing endevour...
Until next time...happy journeys through cyber space.
During my training period my writing went by the way-side...hence the lack of updates and the sporatic pressence online. I have a tonne of ideas floating around in my head, so hopefully within the next few weeks I can get back into the writing spirit. My focus as of late has been making my apartment more into a home. I know however once I really start to feel comfortable here, that's when I'm going to be ready to move onto a new place...hopefully a house of my own. That, however, is still quite a ways off.
The passing of New Years has recently made me reflect on how much has changed for myself and those around me this past year. Michelle, Joshua, Scott and myself have all quit our jobs, and in my case I've quit two jobs. Laura is now engaged to be married and making wedding plans. Scott and Michelle have both found new partners who they are both very happy with. Jessica has gone through some drastic life changes. Kimberley took a leave of absence from work and travelled across Europe. Heather moved to Montreal for the summer...and then to a small town in Quebec for the year. I finally moved out on my own. Jackie officially came out to us all. Scott broke his knee and I sliced my hand open with a knife. Both of my dear Crystal's found great guys that make them smile. My Sister Graduated Highschool. Michelle made the decision to remain in Winnipeg and pursue a career here in the city. A lot has changed, yet a great deal has remained the same.
It's been quite a year and who knows what 2007 will bring.
Michelle needs to write an autobiography shortly and it got me thinking: if I were to write an autobiography, what would I write? Would it be anything of interest to the average reader? Hells no. While I wish I could talk about wacky adventures on the bus or say I've gone through medical school or that I travelled to Israel...I wouldn't have any of that. Born and raised in Canada, life of a normal family, and now living on my own.
Of course that's not to say there haven't been rough patches along the way...
But would it really be enough for an autobiography...even just a two page one? One of my greatest fears has always been being forgotten when I'm not around...and how can one be remembered if there's nothing outstanding to recall? What really makes an individual truly memorable? Maybe that's too complex of a question for a random blog such as this. So getting back to some less serious topics...
Joshua and my mother both have birthdays this upcoming weekend! It should prove to be a good time. I have a long weekend next weekend too, which should be rather exciting. For now however I'm going to go back to my soundtracks, head off the computer and brainstorm my next writing endevour...
Until next time...happy journeys through cyber space.
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