People are starving. Governments are corrupt. Lives are under constant threat. Economies are crashing. Violence is escalating. Disrespect is epidemic. Religion is an excuse. The environment is an accessory. Sound decisions have been abandoned. Common sense has all but disappeared.
But despair no longer. There is news this week that we can now get our hands on a drug to make our eyelashes grow longer.
Thank goodness! All is finally right in the world!
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Security!
What happens when someone steals from a store? I'd like to think they get caught, but these days, I'm not so sure.
Recently, we were in a local mall visiting HMV, Sears, and RW & Co., among many others. In each of the named stores, the merchandise security alarm at the front doors went off and no one paid any attention to it. No one checked, no one even looked over. And in only one case did the 'alarm-setter-off'erer come back in to reassure store owners that she had not in fact stolen anything. And who cared about that? Well, no one actually; everyone simply ignored her.
Begs the question - if they don't care, why should we?
Shoes stores have the right idea - they only have one shoe on display and you have to get the other one by (a) rummaging through their stock in the 'no go for the public' area at the very back of the store, or (b) asking the store assistant to get it for you. Either way, (a) likely to and (b) definitely will attract some attention and guard against an easy escape.
HMV and other retail entertainment stores, however, have a big challenge, given that most of their stock is small, immediately accessible and easily concealable. Indeed, the stores are usually so busy that half the stock could disappear before anyone even noticed - unless they have working and monitored security gates and/or security personnel in place. However, even when we were there, the alarm sounded twice and no one paid the slightest bit of attention.
Of course, it doesn't help when the equipment doesn't seem to work at all. A few weeks back, I purchased - yes, purchased - a trendy blue jacket from Sears. When I got home, I saw the security tag. Why hadn't it gone off when I left the store, I wondered. Took it straight back - alarm didn't go off when we walked back in either - and the sales assistant calmly removed it from the coat without being the tiniest bit concerned that none of their security measures seemed to work.
Sure, most stores probably have a percentage quotient built in to their budgets to account for lost or stolen stock. Perhaps they sell so much that a few stolen items doesn't actually impact their bottom line. But wouldn't it make more sense to use the available equipment properly and deter the criminal deed at the source?
I have no problem with checking bags, showing receipts, and passing through functioning security gates, and I welcome security personnel stationed here and there. All of these measures serve as reminders that (a) stealing is a crime, and (b) some stores will employ everything possible to stop you getting away with it - literally.
However, what would be even better is if those with a penchant for taking what is not theirs opted instead to turn on their own internal security alarm before entering any store and not take the damned stuff in the first place!
Naive that may be, but we all end up paying for theft, in one way or another. And that is something we should all care about!
Recently, we were in a local mall visiting HMV, Sears, and RW & Co., among many others. In each of the named stores, the merchandise security alarm at the front doors went off and no one paid any attention to it. No one checked, no one even looked over. And in only one case did the 'alarm-setter-off'erer come back in to reassure store owners that she had not in fact stolen anything. And who cared about that? Well, no one actually; everyone simply ignored her.
Begs the question - if they don't care, why should we?
Shoes stores have the right idea - they only have one shoe on display and you have to get the other one by (a) rummaging through their stock in the 'no go for the public' area at the very back of the store, or (b) asking the store assistant to get it for you. Either way, (a) likely to and (b) definitely will attract some attention and guard against an easy escape.
HMV and other retail entertainment stores, however, have a big challenge, given that most of their stock is small, immediately accessible and easily concealable. Indeed, the stores are usually so busy that half the stock could disappear before anyone even noticed - unless they have working and monitored security gates and/or security personnel in place. However, even when we were there, the alarm sounded twice and no one paid the slightest bit of attention.
Of course, it doesn't help when the equipment doesn't seem to work at all. A few weeks back, I purchased - yes, purchased - a trendy blue jacket from Sears. When I got home, I saw the security tag. Why hadn't it gone off when I left the store, I wondered. Took it straight back - alarm didn't go off when we walked back in either - and the sales assistant calmly removed it from the coat without being the tiniest bit concerned that none of their security measures seemed to work.
Sure, most stores probably have a percentage quotient built in to their budgets to account for lost or stolen stock. Perhaps they sell so much that a few stolen items doesn't actually impact their bottom line. But wouldn't it make more sense to use the available equipment properly and deter the criminal deed at the source?
I have no problem with checking bags, showing receipts, and passing through functioning security gates, and I welcome security personnel stationed here and there. All of these measures serve as reminders that (a) stealing is a crime, and (b) some stores will employ everything possible to stop you getting away with it - literally.
However, what would be even better is if those with a penchant for taking what is not theirs opted instead to turn on their own internal security alarm before entering any store and not take the damned stuff in the first place!
Naive that may be, but we all end up paying for theft, in one way or another. And that is something we should all care about!
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Win, lose or draw
You prepared and rehearsed, committed 100%, and had your acceptance speech ready. It went better than hoped, didn't miss a beat, and every word rang true. When it was done, you acknowledged the audience, smiled, and waited in anticipation. But then, when the moment came as you had planned, you did not get exactly what you wanted.
Or did you?
Winners do not always claim top prize. Sometimes they claim no prize at all. At least, not one you can put on any mantle or hang on any wall or file away for posterity's sake.
That is not to say that winning is of no value, as those who have hardware will attest to - including me. And that is not to say that not winning doesn't hurt, as those who miss out on the hardware will attest to - including me.
However, over the years of doing and trying and wishing and hoping, I have come to the conclusion that whether you win, lose or draw, there is something more to be gained from the entire experience, something even bigger than the accolades and commiserations, the futherance and the frustration, the camaraderie and the rivalry. Something inside that no one else can measure but us.
And for me, that is knowing. Knowing it was my personal best, but could have been even better. Knowing what the next step is, and where else I have to go. Knowing that perfection is not what matters, but always aiming in that direction is. Knowing that I am cookie dough and I am not done yet.
You see, I believe that if you know all that - and know that it all applies equally whether you win, lose or draw - that is how you hold on to your passion, stay true to your goals, maintain your power, and find exactly what you need to keep you moving along whatever course you have set for yourself.
Win, lose or draw - do you know where it will take you?
Or did you?
Winners do not always claim top prize. Sometimes they claim no prize at all. At least, not one you can put on any mantle or hang on any wall or file away for posterity's sake.
That is not to say that winning is of no value, as those who have hardware will attest to - including me. And that is not to say that not winning doesn't hurt, as those who miss out on the hardware will attest to - including me.
However, over the years of doing and trying and wishing and hoping, I have come to the conclusion that whether you win, lose or draw, there is something more to be gained from the entire experience, something even bigger than the accolades and commiserations, the futherance and the frustration, the camaraderie and the rivalry. Something inside that no one else can measure but us.
And for me, that is knowing. Knowing it was my personal best, but could have been even better. Knowing what the next step is, and where else I have to go. Knowing that perfection is not what matters, but always aiming in that direction is. Knowing that I am cookie dough and I am not done yet.
You see, I believe that if you know all that - and know that it all applies equally whether you win, lose or draw - that is how you hold on to your passion, stay true to your goals, maintain your power, and find exactly what you need to keep you moving along whatever course you have set for yourself.
Win, lose or draw - do you know where it will take you?
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Tempted, but ....
The car was filthy, and I was tempted to scrawl something appropriate, like "Please wash me!" But then I thought, "Hmmm, perhaps the owner is hoping to win 'car most needing a wash' at the next Bombers' game.
The teenager was standing doing nothing while the older woman struggled with her bags. I was tempted to intervene, but thought, "Hmmm, maybe he doesn't see her, or has a sore back, or is struggling with something on his mind and is deep in thought."
The driver was weaving and dodging with great speed and no signals. I so wanted to write down her plate number and report her, but then I thought, "Hmmm, perhaps she got an urgent call from her son's school, or fired from her job, or learned her dad had died."
So tempting to right all perceived wrongs and let others know they have been seen and noted. So tempting to step in. So tempting to stand perfect.
In the past, I've regularly tried to be a good citizen and help others do the right thing, but I learned that you can't always fix everyone and you won't always do what is the right thing, in your eyes or anyone else's.
Once when I was coming home from university in Australia, I was travelling down a dark, dank side street when I saw a man lying on the sidewalk. It was very late, and I was young and nervous, so I made the decision to not get out and help, and instead head straight to the nearest police station and report what I had seen. The officers told me I had done the right thing because there had been a series of recent attacks in the area resulting from "staged" muggings. However, when I got home, my brother's friend, who was tall and strong, told me that I had missed the perfect opportunity to help a fellow citizen first hand.
Over the years, I've teetered between stepping up and staying back, saying something and remaining silent, fixing and letting go. I don't get it right all the time, but I try, and that is certainly better than not even.
Yes, it's tempting. The challenge is we don't always know the full story. But I think that if we weigh up our options and the consequences before taking any action or intervening in any way, we will make the right decision in the best interests of everyone.
The teenager was standing doing nothing while the older woman struggled with her bags. I was tempted to intervene, but thought, "Hmmm, maybe he doesn't see her, or has a sore back, or is struggling with something on his mind and is deep in thought."
The driver was weaving and dodging with great speed and no signals. I so wanted to write down her plate number and report her, but then I thought, "Hmmm, perhaps she got an urgent call from her son's school, or fired from her job, or learned her dad had died."
So tempting to right all perceived wrongs and let others know they have been seen and noted. So tempting to step in. So tempting to stand perfect.
In the past, I've regularly tried to be a good citizen and help others do the right thing, but I learned that you can't always fix everyone and you won't always do what is the right thing, in your eyes or anyone else's.
Once when I was coming home from university in Australia, I was travelling down a dark, dank side street when I saw a man lying on the sidewalk. It was very late, and I was young and nervous, so I made the decision to not get out and help, and instead head straight to the nearest police station and report what I had seen. The officers told me I had done the right thing because there had been a series of recent attacks in the area resulting from "staged" muggings. However, when I got home, my brother's friend, who was tall and strong, told me that I had missed the perfect opportunity to help a fellow citizen first hand.
Over the years, I've teetered between stepping up and staying back, saying something and remaining silent, fixing and letting go. I don't get it right all the time, but I try, and that is certainly better than not even.
Yes, it's tempting. The challenge is we don't always know the full story. But I think that if we weigh up our options and the consequences before taking any action or intervening in any way, we will make the right decision in the best interests of everyone.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Turn off the noise!
The evidence is everywhere. People of all ages plugged into IPods and texting on phones — even while walking with and talking to other people. Other pocket gadgets invading all manner of privacy. Books, magazines and IPads passing time on planes, trains and automobiles. Sensational headlines and talk-show natter fueling our intellect and directing our moods and perceptions. Small-screen viewing manipulating our free time. Social media substituting for face-to-face communications, and blogs serving as outlets for opinions and gripes. Advertising with its messages of what we need, how we should act, what we should do, where we are going wrong, and how to fix everything to perfection.
So many vehicles. So much noise.
Yeah, I know. Nothing personal. Just a sign of the times. So easy to turn on the noise, to fill our heads with other people’s stuff, to cut ourselves off from the world outside and the people who love us, to make the mistake that noise is more important than our own thinking, our own beliefs, our own personalities, our own ideas and ambitions.
I should know. My “noise of choice” is chatter. Other people’s chatter, whether delivered by television characters, radio personalities and performers; driven by conversations across the ether, printed opinions and random speculations; facebooked via friends and “friends”; and professed in anticipation of a response (i.e., me writing in this blog that apparently no one ever reads).
I happily embrace my “noise of choice” because, for the most part, it serves as a tool for my many projects. However, I know that if I’m not careful, it can also take up way too much time and prove to be a huge mental and emotional distraction.
When noise overwhelms us, it blocks us out of the equation. And I sometimes wonder if that block, that disconnect, plays a role in the state of things today ... like frustrated, anxious, angry and lashing-out behaviour, reliance on or certainly a preference for foul language to convey emotions, petty fights over the smallest and silliest things, non-communicative and anti-social thinking, a fractured view of who we are and what our value is, and an increased susceptibility to being bullied and doing the bullying.
Just thinking out loud here, but it was a strong enough consideration that I decided to turn off the noise for a while, to take a break from the onslaught of information, to opt for silence, and to clear the way for my own logic, awareness, sense of self, and understanding of my own potential to rise to the fore, unimpeded by short-term stuff that, once it’s run it’s course, no longer seems to matter in the overall scheme of things.
What I realised was that (a) it never did matter in the overall scheme of things, and (b) I really liked what the lack of noise begot.
No, not quite ready to completely shush all my noise, but I am wondering how you might feel and what you might achieve if you shushed yours for a while.
So many vehicles. So much noise.
Yeah, I know. Nothing personal. Just a sign of the times. So easy to turn on the noise, to fill our heads with other people’s stuff, to cut ourselves off from the world outside and the people who love us, to make the mistake that noise is more important than our own thinking, our own beliefs, our own personalities, our own ideas and ambitions.
I should know. My “noise of choice” is chatter. Other people’s chatter, whether delivered by television characters, radio personalities and performers; driven by conversations across the ether, printed opinions and random speculations; facebooked via friends and “friends”; and professed in anticipation of a response (i.e., me writing in this blog that apparently no one ever reads).
I happily embrace my “noise of choice” because, for the most part, it serves as a tool for my many projects. However, I know that if I’m not careful, it can also take up way too much time and prove to be a huge mental and emotional distraction.
When noise overwhelms us, it blocks us out of the equation. And I sometimes wonder if that block, that disconnect, plays a role in the state of things today ... like frustrated, anxious, angry and lashing-out behaviour, reliance on or certainly a preference for foul language to convey emotions, petty fights over the smallest and silliest things, non-communicative and anti-social thinking, a fractured view of who we are and what our value is, and an increased susceptibility to being bullied and doing the bullying.
Just thinking out loud here, but it was a strong enough consideration that I decided to turn off the noise for a while, to take a break from the onslaught of information, to opt for silence, and to clear the way for my own logic, awareness, sense of self, and understanding of my own potential to rise to the fore, unimpeded by short-term stuff that, once it’s run it’s course, no longer seems to matter in the overall scheme of things.
What I realised was that (a) it never did matter in the overall scheme of things, and (b) I really liked what the lack of noise begot.
No, not quite ready to completely shush all my noise, but I am wondering how you might feel and what you might achieve if you shushed yours for a while.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Dear Denis,
Thank you so much for joining me at the table at today's Frontier Centre for Public Policy breakfast on education. I was sitting alone, with the other tables filled with people who knew each other and, naturally, wanted to sit together. I was happy to have some company and the chance to chat with you before the speaker took the podium.
I regret, however, that after the presentation, I was so focused on getting to the speaker before anyone else did that I ended up leaving you stranded at the table without a word. I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye or let you know how lovely it was to meet and talk with you. Our conversation was fun and interesting, and you certainly didn't deserve me turning my back on you at the end of the event.
As a teacher, you've probably received worse treatment at the hands of your students, but that is no excuse for my poor manners. I only ask that you don't judge me based on this occasion; I normally avidly subscribe to and pride myself on my attention to such details as kindness and civility, but my ego got the better of me this morning.
Enjoy the rest of your day, and know that I have learned a valuable lesson - even short-term acquaintances are entitled to common courtesies. Too bad it was learnt after the fact!
Cheers!
jenny
I regret, however, that after the presentation, I was so focused on getting to the speaker before anyone else did that I ended up leaving you stranded at the table without a word. I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye or let you know how lovely it was to meet and talk with you. Our conversation was fun and interesting, and you certainly didn't deserve me turning my back on you at the end of the event.
As a teacher, you've probably received worse treatment at the hands of your students, but that is no excuse for my poor manners. I only ask that you don't judge me based on this occasion; I normally avidly subscribe to and pride myself on my attention to such details as kindness and civility, but my ego got the better of me this morning.
Enjoy the rest of your day, and know that I have learned a valuable lesson - even short-term acquaintances are entitled to common courtesies. Too bad it was learnt after the fact!
Cheers!
jenny
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Beyond our control
Ever have one of those days when you feel everything is beyond your control?
Today, I tried to get a new doctor for reasons that I probably shouldn't discuss here. Anyway, went to one that a friend suggested in hopes that I would be successful. The receptionist said they weren’t taking any new patients, they already have 400 people on their waiting list, one of the criteria to even get on that list is that you don’t already have a doctor, and there is an international shortage of doctors worldwide. (I think that last one was to stop me asking questions!)
Yes, there is a doctors’ hotline I can try, but it might be a problem since technically I already have a doctor. Sigh!
I remember the days when you could go to the doctor of your choice, partly because there were lots from which to choose and not so many people going to each one. Now, you have to get on a list - even if you're sick or in pain or worried and really need to see someone. Yes, there are emergency departments at hospitals and walk-in clinics, but nothing quite beats your own doctor whom you trust and respect.
Too often things happen that are beyond our control. It's frustrating and annoying, and, try as we might, frequently without resolution or fixing. There is, however, always a choice - to look at the situation differently, to see a way round, to accept as is, and to stand up and fight. At the end of the day, it depends on how much time and energy you have, and how important it is to win.
I need a new doctor, and it's in my best interests to keep going till I find one. The choice to keep trying - now that's something I can control!
Today, I tried to get a new doctor for reasons that I probably shouldn't discuss here. Anyway, went to one that a friend suggested in hopes that I would be successful. The receptionist said they weren’t taking any new patients, they already have 400 people on their waiting list, one of the criteria to even get on that list is that you don’t already have a doctor, and there is an international shortage of doctors worldwide. (I think that last one was to stop me asking questions!)
Yes, there is a doctors’ hotline I can try, but it might be a problem since technically I already have a doctor. Sigh!
I remember the days when you could go to the doctor of your choice, partly because there were lots from which to choose and not so many people going to each one. Now, you have to get on a list - even if you're sick or in pain or worried and really need to see someone. Yes, there are emergency departments at hospitals and walk-in clinics, but nothing quite beats your own doctor whom you trust and respect.
Too often things happen that are beyond our control. It's frustrating and annoying, and, try as we might, frequently without resolution or fixing. There is, however, always a choice - to look at the situation differently, to see a way round, to accept as is, and to stand up and fight. At the end of the day, it depends on how much time and energy you have, and how important it is to win.
I need a new doctor, and it's in my best interests to keep going till I find one. The choice to keep trying - now that's something I can control!
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Make the break
This past summer, I picked up two habits - Stargate Atlantis and Doctor Who.
In my defence, I was already a fan of the third entity of the Stargate franchise, Stargate Universe (with its vague resemblance to Battlestar Galactica, of which I was also a huge fan), and found myself drawn to the previous two Stargates before finally settling, for sheer logistical reasons, on Atlantis.
As well, I was a late bloomer with respect to the Doctor Who series, picking up with Christopher Eccleston as the Doctor, affectionately with David Tennant, and now with Matt Smith. While impatiently waiting for the 6th season to start (Spring 2011, I believe), I decided to follow the journey of Rose as the Doctor's companion and see how they parted - an episode I missed the first time round.
Essentially, I was looking for something to fill the void created by the summer TV schedule, and was naturally drawn to great programming on Space Channel. (Small plug there, folks!)
TV and pop culture are habits I enjoy - useful for speech ideas, book and story ideas, conversation starters, and mindful and mindless distractions. I have no plans to give either of them up, and am, in fact, quite adept at working while viewing. But I do need to stay the course and focus on those nearest and dearest to my heart. Especially love the character-driven stories with engaging elements, outstanding scripts and unexpected arcs. Atlantis and the Doctor succeeded on all counts.
However, with my summer mission completed, it was time to let them go and refocus my attention on matters and programs of a more long-term and essential pursuit.
And so, with an audible and formal statement to make the break, I farewelled those small-screen companions and tuned instead to my speaking and writing projects - gaining an extra two hours a day that I was keen to devote to creative thinking and quiet contemplation.
To Colonel John Sheppard and crew and the 10th Doctor and companions, thanks to you all - your stories and adventures will accompany me as I delve into my imagination and set course for success in my own dimension, if not in my own mind.
In my defence, I was already a fan of the third entity of the Stargate franchise, Stargate Universe (with its vague resemblance to Battlestar Galactica, of which I was also a huge fan), and found myself drawn to the previous two Stargates before finally settling, for sheer logistical reasons, on Atlantis.
As well, I was a late bloomer with respect to the Doctor Who series, picking up with Christopher Eccleston as the Doctor, affectionately with David Tennant, and now with Matt Smith. While impatiently waiting for the 6th season to start (Spring 2011, I believe), I decided to follow the journey of Rose as the Doctor's companion and see how they parted - an episode I missed the first time round.
Essentially, I was looking for something to fill the void created by the summer TV schedule, and was naturally drawn to great programming on Space Channel. (Small plug there, folks!)
TV and pop culture are habits I enjoy - useful for speech ideas, book and story ideas, conversation starters, and mindful and mindless distractions. I have no plans to give either of them up, and am, in fact, quite adept at working while viewing. But I do need to stay the course and focus on those nearest and dearest to my heart. Especially love the character-driven stories with engaging elements, outstanding scripts and unexpected arcs. Atlantis and the Doctor succeeded on all counts.
However, with my summer mission completed, it was time to let them go and refocus my attention on matters and programs of a more long-term and essential pursuit.
And so, with an audible and formal statement to make the break, I farewelled those small-screen companions and tuned instead to my speaking and writing projects - gaining an extra two hours a day that I was keen to devote to creative thinking and quiet contemplation.
To Colonel John Sheppard and crew and the 10th Doctor and companions, thanks to you all - your stories and adventures will accompany me as I delve into my imagination and set course for success in my own dimension, if not in my own mind.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Huh ...
Is it possible that I can be absolutely crackers and still brilliant? I'm beginning to think there is more to me than meets the eye.
Today I got up early, did some work, and then went back to bed. Slept for a while and then woke up, chastising myself for being so lazy. I then promptly jumped up, headed downstairs, and got right back to work.
And then suddenly, I had a simply spectacular idea. An idea so obvious, so appropriate, so perfect - and that I am keeping to myself, for now. Suffice to say, it invigorated my entire day and I've been going like crazy ever since.
So, again I ask, is it possible that I can be absolutely crackers and still brilliant? Gosh, I certainly hope so!
Today I got up early, did some work, and then went back to bed. Slept for a while and then woke up, chastising myself for being so lazy. I then promptly jumped up, headed downstairs, and got right back to work.
And then suddenly, I had a simply spectacular idea. An idea so obvious, so appropriate, so perfect - and that I am keeping to myself, for now. Suffice to say, it invigorated my entire day and I've been going like crazy ever since.
So, again I ask, is it possible that I can be absolutely crackers and still brilliant? Gosh, I certainly hope so!
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Find the joy
Been getting bogged down in my thoughts of late. You know, the ones that make you doubt and despair and come to a complete halt.
It's funny. Many people think I've got everything under control all the time. But there are days when it seems that I'm not able to focus on the things I have to do.
Of course, that's okay ... occasionally. But not when there's so much I want/need to achieve - deadlines for newsletters, ideas for speeches, next steps for projects, attention to detail, moments to savour. I used to be great with all that, but as I discovered, it's just as easy to get out of a habit as it is to get into one.
Yes, there are books and experts all too willing to set me back on track. And while I appreciate the sentiment, I've decided to go it not so much alone, but on my own. I do know what I need to do, and I do know how to make it happen. I'm just stuck, a little bit, and I'm pretty sure it's because I'm on the point of breaking through rather than the point of folding up my tent and going home. (There is also the possibility that the universe has been busy charting a course for change, which would be very interesting indeed.)
Either way, there's one thing I've packed into my case as I travel forward, and that's joy ... something I've worked without for I'm guessing a little too long. The joy of, well, everything, which is easy to find if we are willing to forego the angst and the bitterness and the grudges and the lamenting and the anger and the hate and the frustration that burdens so many of us, courtesy of whichever source we allow to feed it to us - the media, reality TV, gossipmongers, nitpickers, naysayers, and the doom and gloomers.
I'm opting instead, from here on in, to find the joy wherever I can. Even writing about it has added an extra spark to the day!
Okay, enough pontificating. Time to get down to business. I'm especially interested to see what this day will bring, aren't you?
It's funny. Many people think I've got everything under control all the time. But there are days when it seems that I'm not able to focus on the things I have to do.
Of course, that's okay ... occasionally. But not when there's so much I want/need to achieve - deadlines for newsletters, ideas for speeches, next steps for projects, attention to detail, moments to savour. I used to be great with all that, but as I discovered, it's just as easy to get out of a habit as it is to get into one.
Yes, there are books and experts all too willing to set me back on track. And while I appreciate the sentiment, I've decided to go it not so much alone, but on my own. I do know what I need to do, and I do know how to make it happen. I'm just stuck, a little bit, and I'm pretty sure it's because I'm on the point of breaking through rather than the point of folding up my tent and going home. (There is also the possibility that the universe has been busy charting a course for change, which would be very interesting indeed.)
Either way, there's one thing I've packed into my case as I travel forward, and that's joy ... something I've worked without for I'm guessing a little too long. The joy of, well, everything, which is easy to find if we are willing to forego the angst and the bitterness and the grudges and the lamenting and the anger and the hate and the frustration that burdens so many of us, courtesy of whichever source we allow to feed it to us - the media, reality TV, gossipmongers, nitpickers, naysayers, and the doom and gloomers.
I'm opting instead, from here on in, to find the joy wherever I can. Even writing about it has added an extra spark to the day!
Okay, enough pontificating. Time to get down to business. I'm especially interested to see what this day will bring, aren't you?
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Time to grow up
I was understandably unhappy. I thought I had it in the bag. Apart from the usual doubts that creep in whenever anyone is going after something they really want, I thought I was in like Flynn. Sadly, I was wrong.
Toastmasters speech contests are funny things. You work hard to create an interesting story that you can sell in a mere five to seven minutes, you practise till you are good and ready and it's a natural part of your life, and then you compete against all manner of speaker experience and try to stay calm and collected in front of anywhere from 10 to 4,000 people.
Some of your fellow speakers you know, some you don't. Sometimes all goes as expected, sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes you actually win, sometimes you don't even come close - or at least close enough. Always you walk away with something unexpected, sometimes right away, sometimes long after the fact.
It's now long after the fact, and I am happy to say that I have grown up quite a bit since that day in May when I placed second to Trisha Sveistrup. Not easy at first, especially with well-meaning friends and colleagues stroking my bruised ego.
However, time does heal all wounds, and I am truly excited to be going to the Toastmasters International Conference to support Trisha in her vying for the top prize. I'm looking forward to sitting in the crowd and giving her my full attention. I'm looking forward to joining in with the oohs and aahs, the laughs and the reflections. And I'm looking forward to growing up some more, and playing an active role in supporting a colleague instead of licking past wounds.
As for that unexpected something? That day I realised I am not defined by contest results. I am defined by the words I say and the way I say them. And I am defined by their impact on the people who hear me.
No matter the result this week, if Trisha can find that lesson, she will be a winner in every way that counts.
Toastmasters speech contests are funny things. You work hard to create an interesting story that you can sell in a mere five to seven minutes, you practise till you are good and ready and it's a natural part of your life, and then you compete against all manner of speaker experience and try to stay calm and collected in front of anywhere from 10 to 4,000 people.
Some of your fellow speakers you know, some you don't. Sometimes all goes as expected, sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes you actually win, sometimes you don't even come close - or at least close enough. Always you walk away with something unexpected, sometimes right away, sometimes long after the fact.
It's now long after the fact, and I am happy to say that I have grown up quite a bit since that day in May when I placed second to Trisha Sveistrup. Not easy at first, especially with well-meaning friends and colleagues stroking my bruised ego.
However, time does heal all wounds, and I am truly excited to be going to the Toastmasters International Conference to support Trisha in her vying for the top prize. I'm looking forward to sitting in the crowd and giving her my full attention. I'm looking forward to joining in with the oohs and aahs, the laughs and the reflections. And I'm looking forward to growing up some more, and playing an active role in supporting a colleague instead of licking past wounds.
As for that unexpected something? That day I realised I am not defined by contest results. I am defined by the words I say and the way I say them. And I am defined by their impact on the people who hear me.
No matter the result this week, if Trisha can find that lesson, she will be a winner in every way that counts.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Could it work?
I’ve often thought that instead of standing with hands out, we should be working for our welfare. Our money. Our future. Our community.
Many of us seem to rely instead on the kindnesses of others — whether or not they are solicited or guilted into helping us.
Now, I’m sure it’s not that easy to simply turn down help and money when we need it and it is offered, and I know that for many people, there truly is no option. But I do believe that there are some who have got into the sheer habit of it and are taking advantage of that which was meant to go much further and help those who truly need it.
I’ve often spoken publicly about the idea of those who can, volunteering for money or food or even jobs. Perhaps at Winnipeg Harvest, Christmas Cheer Board, Siloam Mission, or Habitat for Humanity where they would be doing something to help others. Or at the Manitoba Children’s Museum, Take Pride Winnipeg, or Meals on Wheels where they can perhaps utilise their skills.
The real benefit comes from volunteering and then telling those around you, “I am volunteering until I can get a job, or I can get more experience, or I make connections that might help me down the line. Volunteering is a way for me to show what I can do and what I am willing to do while I give something back to the community.”
On the surface, it might look all too difficult, but there are groups willing to help those who want to help themselves — i.e., clothes for interviews or volunteer opportunities. And at the end of the day, you never know where it might lead.
Because I think it’s a great idea, I was happy to hear that Tony Abbott, Liberal candidate in the looming Australian federal election, wants to implement a big reform of youth welfare, where young people would volunteer to give up their benefits in return for a guaranteed job.
I think that Mr Abbott’s intention to “break the youth welfare subculture” is brave, ambitious, visionary, and pure common sense. Inspired by Noel Pearson, founder of the Cape York Institute for Policy and Leadership and a pioneer in seeking to break what he calls “passive welfare”, Abbott said: “I think that Noel’s ideas for breaking the cycle in terms of asking young people voluntarily to renounce their welfare entitlement for a period of time in return for a guaranteed job — I think these are well worth further exploring. If we are serious about attacking the entrenched welfare subculture more generally I think we do have to look at some of these visionary ideas.”
Of course, I’d like to see Abbott’s vision go even further, and have a few additional thoughts for those in youth detention centres, but that’s for another time.
Whether his words are enough to get Abbott and the Liberals elected in a few weeks time is neither here nor there for me. But if this idea takes root in any way that will help those who want and/or need an alternative to standing with their hands out, then I have to say that I’m all for it.
It's not for everyone and it won't help everyone, but I can see a few who might appreciate the option to take their future into their own hands.
What do you think?
Many of us seem to rely instead on the kindnesses of others — whether or not they are solicited or guilted into helping us.
Now, I’m sure it’s not that easy to simply turn down help and money when we need it and it is offered, and I know that for many people, there truly is no option. But I do believe that there are some who have got into the sheer habit of it and are taking advantage of that which was meant to go much further and help those who truly need it.
I’ve often spoken publicly about the idea of those who can, volunteering for money or food or even jobs. Perhaps at Winnipeg Harvest, Christmas Cheer Board, Siloam Mission, or Habitat for Humanity where they would be doing something to help others. Or at the Manitoba Children’s Museum, Take Pride Winnipeg, or Meals on Wheels where they can perhaps utilise their skills.
The real benefit comes from volunteering and then telling those around you, “I am volunteering until I can get a job, or I can get more experience, or I make connections that might help me down the line. Volunteering is a way for me to show what I can do and what I am willing to do while I give something back to the community.”
On the surface, it might look all too difficult, but there are groups willing to help those who want to help themselves — i.e., clothes for interviews or volunteer opportunities. And at the end of the day, you never know where it might lead.
Because I think it’s a great idea, I was happy to hear that Tony Abbott, Liberal candidate in the looming Australian federal election, wants to implement a big reform of youth welfare, where young people would volunteer to give up their benefits in return for a guaranteed job.
I think that Mr Abbott’s intention to “break the youth welfare subculture” is brave, ambitious, visionary, and pure common sense. Inspired by Noel Pearson, founder of the Cape York Institute for Policy and Leadership and a pioneer in seeking to break what he calls “passive welfare”, Abbott said: “I think that Noel’s ideas for breaking the cycle in terms of asking young people voluntarily to renounce their welfare entitlement for a period of time in return for a guaranteed job — I think these are well worth further exploring. If we are serious about attacking the entrenched welfare subculture more generally I think we do have to look at some of these visionary ideas.”
Of course, I’d like to see Abbott’s vision go even further, and have a few additional thoughts for those in youth detention centres, but that’s for another time.
Whether his words are enough to get Abbott and the Liberals elected in a few weeks time is neither here nor there for me. But if this idea takes root in any way that will help those who want and/or need an alternative to standing with their hands out, then I have to say that I’m all for it.
It's not for everyone and it won't help everyone, but I can see a few who might appreciate the option to take their future into their own hands.
What do you think?
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Overcast girl
I'm an overcast girl. I enjoy cloudy days, rainy days, stormy days and snowy days. They are when I work best and when I can more easily focus on the job at hand.
It's not that I have to work on those days because being outside isn't fun; it's because I truly enjoy the close proximity of the elements, the sense that they are surrounding me and supporting me in my endeavours.
Unfortunately, some people misinterpret my love for the gloomy weather. They think I'm completely nuts, or suffering perhaps from a reverse case of SAD - seasonal affective disorder.
A word to the wise - none of the above.
Over the years, all manner of people have tried to convert me, but I remain steadfast in my resolve - love the sunny days, but overcast days are bliss!
Actually, whatever is going on outside, I prefer to look on the bright side of the weather. Unless catastrophic circumstances are looming, I don't see any point in complaining about the wind and the rain and the snow and the cold and the heat and the whatever. But for too many of us, if it's not to our liking or our planning, we take issue with it. Especially the forecasters, who seem intent on spelling doom every time it rains, snows or blows.
Well, other than avoid it completely by staying holed up inside, there's really nothing you can do about the weather. Much better to not get all hung up on that which you can't control anyway.
Instead, be a good scout and adequately prepare for whatever Mother Nature has dished up for you. Grab your raincoat or your windbreaker or your sunglasses or your snow boots - and save your complaining for something you can actually do something about.
Go on! Look on the bright side of the overcast day. If you make the most of it, you probably won't even notice the weather.
It's not that I have to work on those days because being outside isn't fun; it's because I truly enjoy the close proximity of the elements, the sense that they are surrounding me and supporting me in my endeavours.
Unfortunately, some people misinterpret my love for the gloomy weather. They think I'm completely nuts, or suffering perhaps from a reverse case of SAD - seasonal affective disorder.
A word to the wise - none of the above.
Over the years, all manner of people have tried to convert me, but I remain steadfast in my resolve - love the sunny days, but overcast days are bliss!
Actually, whatever is going on outside, I prefer to look on the bright side of the weather. Unless catastrophic circumstances are looming, I don't see any point in complaining about the wind and the rain and the snow and the cold and the heat and the whatever. But for too many of us, if it's not to our liking or our planning, we take issue with it. Especially the forecasters, who seem intent on spelling doom every time it rains, snows or blows.
Well, other than avoid it completely by staying holed up inside, there's really nothing you can do about the weather. Much better to not get all hung up on that which you can't control anyway.
Instead, be a good scout and adequately prepare for whatever Mother Nature has dished up for you. Grab your raincoat or your windbreaker or your sunglasses or your snow boots - and save your complaining for something you can actually do something about.
Go on! Look on the bright side of the overcast day. If you make the most of it, you probably won't even notice the weather.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Back to basics
Is it possible? Have I done it? Am I fixed?
Now, I don't want to tempt fate here, but I think I might have done something wonderful to heal my somewhat aching back. And it was oh, so simple.
Over the last while, my back hasn't been quite right. I thought it was worn-out discs perhaps, or sitting slumped at my desk, or walking all tensed up, bad posture, or simply old age.
So, I began to pay attention to when things hurt, and consulted a multitude of books and "experts", implementing various stretching, walking and exercising regimes, sitting up straighter, adjusting my chair, and changing the usual place I sit on the sofa while watching TV.
A little bit of difference, but not so much that I felt fixed.
Until I started to bend.
An almost overlooked notion in one article that said when you pick up something, don't bend over at the waist; bend at your knees instead and stop putting so much pressure on your lower back.
Indeed, I have to say that at first, I thought the notion was silly, until I realised that bending over at the waist was exactly when my back hurt the most - at the point I straightened up and for a few minutes after the fact.
Bending at the knees wasn't all that comfy either, but the article said to persist because it will strengthen my knees, take the pressure off my back, and was a good habit to adopt.
And adopt it I did - on a trial basis for a week. And hip-hip-hooray - no more lower back pain. None. Narda. Zilch! As well, my knees and legs do feel much stronger and a lot happier, so yeah!
Okay, maybe it was a combination of everything else I tried and this was simply the icing on the cake, but as far as my back's concerned, it worked. Bending at the knees is definitely a habit I've adopted for life.
And I'm also looking at other areas of my health and well being that could benefit from getting back to basics. When all else fails, it's a good start to fixing what ails you.
PS Unfortunately, I didn’t save the article in question; only took what I needed and applied to my situation. But I have found since that many back health disciplines prescribe this particular notion to protect the lower back. Look and ye shall find what works best for you.
Now, I don't want to tempt fate here, but I think I might have done something wonderful to heal my somewhat aching back. And it was oh, so simple.
Over the last while, my back hasn't been quite right. I thought it was worn-out discs perhaps, or sitting slumped at my desk, or walking all tensed up, bad posture, or simply old age.
So, I began to pay attention to when things hurt, and consulted a multitude of books and "experts", implementing various stretching, walking and exercising regimes, sitting up straighter, adjusting my chair, and changing the usual place I sit on the sofa while watching TV.
A little bit of difference, but not so much that I felt fixed.
Until I started to bend.
An almost overlooked notion in one article that said when you pick up something, don't bend over at the waist; bend at your knees instead and stop putting so much pressure on your lower back.
Indeed, I have to say that at first, I thought the notion was silly, until I realised that bending over at the waist was exactly when my back hurt the most - at the point I straightened up and for a few minutes after the fact.
Bending at the knees wasn't all that comfy either, but the article said to persist because it will strengthen my knees, take the pressure off my back, and was a good habit to adopt.
And adopt it I did - on a trial basis for a week. And hip-hip-hooray - no more lower back pain. None. Narda. Zilch! As well, my knees and legs do feel much stronger and a lot happier, so yeah!
Okay, maybe it was a combination of everything else I tried and this was simply the icing on the cake, but as far as my back's concerned, it worked. Bending at the knees is definitely a habit I've adopted for life.
And I'm also looking at other areas of my health and well being that could benefit from getting back to basics. When all else fails, it's a good start to fixing what ails you.
PS Unfortunately, I didn’t save the article in question; only took what I needed and applied to my situation. But I have found since that many back health disciplines prescribe this particular notion to protect the lower back. Look and ye shall find what works best for you.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
CCC
There are times as a freelancer that my office is the best place in the world. Quiet, all my resources at my disposal, a 'usual' spot for creative endeavours and self conversations. Those are the times when I get lots done and produce some of my best ideas and my most engaging writing.
And then there are the other times when it feels lonely and sad, and nonproductive as a result. Those are the times I need a CCC.
A few months ago, a friend of mine was lamenting the lack of time she had to work on her thesis. I concurred, although for me, it was related to creative writing. We both craved some designated time to focus on something important to us. And that's when we came up with the idea of coffee, collaboration and communication = CCC.
CCC is where we sit together over coffee for several hours and work. Yes, work, not converse. If necessary, we run things past each other, ask advice, compare notes, and collaborate, but always with the goal of getting work done.
At first, it was difficult because we had lots to catch up on from the previous week, but we soon got the gist of what we were trying to achieve - a regular time free of interruptions and phone calls, away from desktop computers and offices, and in the company of someone who is happy to sit and work for several hours. We even started setting goals to achieve by the next time we got together - bonus!
Ultimately, the real benefit here is accountability - having someone who encourages and inspires you to stay focused enough so that you walk away with a significant chunk of work done that might otherwise have fallen by the wayside.
Yes, we sometimes start with breakfast, or end with lunch, or, if we have lots to do, bracket our CCC with both. But the end result is always the same - something to show for our efforts.
It works so well that a second friend - another creative writer - has bought into the CCC concept as well.
If this keeps up, there's only one problem that I can see - my office will be so lonely that IT will need a CCC!
And then there are the other times when it feels lonely and sad, and nonproductive as a result. Those are the times I need a CCC.
A few months ago, a friend of mine was lamenting the lack of time she had to work on her thesis. I concurred, although for me, it was related to creative writing. We both craved some designated time to focus on something important to us. And that's when we came up with the idea of coffee, collaboration and communication = CCC.
CCC is where we sit together over coffee for several hours and work. Yes, work, not converse. If necessary, we run things past each other, ask advice, compare notes, and collaborate, but always with the goal of getting work done.
At first, it was difficult because we had lots to catch up on from the previous week, but we soon got the gist of what we were trying to achieve - a regular time free of interruptions and phone calls, away from desktop computers and offices, and in the company of someone who is happy to sit and work for several hours. We even started setting goals to achieve by the next time we got together - bonus!
Ultimately, the real benefit here is accountability - having someone who encourages and inspires you to stay focused enough so that you walk away with a significant chunk of work done that might otherwise have fallen by the wayside.
Yes, we sometimes start with breakfast, or end with lunch, or, if we have lots to do, bracket our CCC with both. But the end result is always the same - something to show for our efforts.
It works so well that a second friend - another creative writer - has bought into the CCC concept as well.
If this keeps up, there's only one problem that I can see - my office will be so lonely that IT will need a CCC!
Monday, July 12, 2010
A work in progress
Time management? Never had much time for it. Procrastination? Can work for you or against you. Distractions? Come in all shapes and sizes. Taking charge? Now, that's more like it.
Despite my best efforts, I've come to accept that some of my day is wasted on trivial and unnecessary, sometimes useless pursuits. But last Monday, I decided to take charge, identify the culprits, and counter them. This is what I did and how it worked.
Facebook and Twitter — check at the start of the day, then shut them down. Yes, I could disconnect completely, but there are certain people and groups I like to check in with regularly.
UPDATE: I decided that once a day was regular enough, and while I stuck to that for FB — and survived nicely, thank you very much — I actually ignored Twitter completely. (Don't think my 33 followers even realise I've bailed ....)
Daytimer — write in what I want to achieve each day. Doesn't have to be detailed, just visible. Designated time allotments are even better! Starting with a blank schedule is dangerous and gives me free reign to do nothing.
UPDATE: Working brilliantly!
Phones — let calls go to voice mail. Pretend I am in my car or in a meeting, or ... wait ... busy!
UPDATE: Silence is golden!
Doubts — talk them over with myself. Left unaddressed, most doubts fester, filling the tiny crevices of open time and blowing them way out of proportion. Giving them a voice and an ear usually does the trick.
UPDATE: Also works to get up and do something completely different for even a minute, or shift the workspace to the back table, outside, the coffee shop, or to a CCC [see next blog for an explanation of that successful little idea].
Expectations — group the source of each according to "wait for it", "try, try again" and "move on without". Sadly, somehow, in some way, for some reason, at some time, someone will not step up as I had hoped or needed. An unreturned phone call, non-response to an email, disregard of a deadline, lack of a confirmation, dishonest intentions — disappointing and frustrating, but fretting over them only serves to soak up time.
UPDATE: Giving expectations an arbitrary degree of importance has helped me keep moving rather than stay wallowing in the "who's the blame" and "what's wrong with me" games.
Projects — which hat am I wearing? So many of my projects compete for attention against commitments for others, with my stuff often on the losing side. Yes, it's my doing, but I think it's because I don't always know which hat I'm wearing when I start work. Editor? Writer? Speaker? Secretary? Designer? Project manager? Counsellor?
UPDATE: I start the day (or segments of the day) announcing which hat I have on, and then committing to that role, seeing it through without distraction.
And there you have it. Those things that distract me, my plan to counter them, and progress so far. Of course, it's not always about countering — sometimes it's about understanding what they are trying to tell me. Too many projects on the go? Believing that my work and I are not important? Derailed by the success of others? Any or all of the above.
The real lesson here, however, is that I am a work in progress. That not everything goes to plan. That things happen and I simply have to deal, one way or another. But if I stay true to what is important to me, and maintain my integrity and focus, it will all come together, perhaps even better than expected.
And keeping that in mind, my friends, is the best counter of all.
Despite my best efforts, I've come to accept that some of my day is wasted on trivial and unnecessary, sometimes useless pursuits. But last Monday, I decided to take charge, identify the culprits, and counter them. This is what I did and how it worked.
Facebook and Twitter — check at the start of the day, then shut them down. Yes, I could disconnect completely, but there are certain people and groups I like to check in with regularly.
UPDATE: I decided that once a day was regular enough, and while I stuck to that for FB — and survived nicely, thank you very much — I actually ignored Twitter completely. (Don't think my 33 followers even realise I've bailed ....)
Daytimer — write in what I want to achieve each day. Doesn't have to be detailed, just visible. Designated time allotments are even better! Starting with a blank schedule is dangerous and gives me free reign to do nothing.
UPDATE: Working brilliantly!
Phones — let calls go to voice mail. Pretend I am in my car or in a meeting, or ... wait ... busy!
UPDATE: Silence is golden!
Doubts — talk them over with myself. Left unaddressed, most doubts fester, filling the tiny crevices of open time and blowing them way out of proportion. Giving them a voice and an ear usually does the trick.
UPDATE: Also works to get up and do something completely different for even a minute, or shift the workspace to the back table, outside, the coffee shop, or to a CCC [see next blog for an explanation of that successful little idea].
Expectations — group the source of each according to "wait for it", "try, try again" and "move on without". Sadly, somehow, in some way, for some reason, at some time, someone will not step up as I had hoped or needed. An unreturned phone call, non-response to an email, disregard of a deadline, lack of a confirmation, dishonest intentions — disappointing and frustrating, but fretting over them only serves to soak up time.
UPDATE: Giving expectations an arbitrary degree of importance has helped me keep moving rather than stay wallowing in the "who's the blame" and "what's wrong with me" games.
Projects — which hat am I wearing? So many of my projects compete for attention against commitments for others, with my stuff often on the losing side. Yes, it's my doing, but I think it's because I don't always know which hat I'm wearing when I start work. Editor? Writer? Speaker? Secretary? Designer? Project manager? Counsellor?
UPDATE: I start the day (or segments of the day) announcing which hat I have on, and then committing to that role, seeing it through without distraction.
And there you have it. Those things that distract me, my plan to counter them, and progress so far. Of course, it's not always about countering — sometimes it's about understanding what they are trying to tell me. Too many projects on the go? Believing that my work and I are not important? Derailed by the success of others? Any or all of the above.
The real lesson here, however, is that I am a work in progress. That not everything goes to plan. That things happen and I simply have to deal, one way or another. But if I stay true to what is important to me, and maintain my integrity and focus, it will all come together, perhaps even better than expected.
And keeping that in mind, my friends, is the best counter of all.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Silence
It's the first thing I hear in the morning and the last thing I hear at night. It's what I would like to hear more often in the intervening time, and what I sometimes hear when I least expect it. It's the source of some of my most creative thoughts, my best ideas and my craziest notions, and it's usually when I have the peace of mind to deal with all that ails me. It's the calm before and after the storm, the act of indecision, and the moment before everything kicks into gear. It's something we need, but rarely have, and something at our disposal, but rarely use. It's everywhere at one time or another, in one way or another, in one form or another, for some reason or another, and yet all too often, it is completely out of reach.
Silence is all this, and oh, so much more, but right here, right now, it simply is what it is. And for that, I am quietly grateful.
Silence is all this, and oh, so much more, but right here, right now, it simply is what it is. And for that, I am quietly grateful.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Corporate cough up
The road rules are clear, although not everyone agrees with or abides by them.
Other than ticketing and safety campaigns, and hoping that common sense will kick in occasionally, there's not much we can do about the average Joe out there on the bitumen.
But what about the corporate Joe? Shouldn't they be setting an example for others? I think so, and I have an idea to remind them of that.
Charge them twice, i.e., instead of a $300 fine, make it $600. Send a message to the owners and board of directors that their representatives are not doing a good job at representing.
If you think this a dumb or pointless idea, let me remind you that we can see you with your company logos and your "please report bad drivers" contact info - and don't think we won't or haven't. And they are not alone. Couriers, taxis, city workers and transit buses are right up there as primary offenders. Tsk, tsk. We're watching!
Let's send them a message: If you're going to advertise your company on our roads, do it right and lead by example instead of leading the charge and setting the tone for dangerous and careless driving.
Just a thought ....
Other than ticketing and safety campaigns, and hoping that common sense will kick in occasionally, there's not much we can do about the average Joe out there on the bitumen.
But what about the corporate Joe? Shouldn't they be setting an example for others? I think so, and I have an idea to remind them of that.
Charge them twice, i.e., instead of a $300 fine, make it $600. Send a message to the owners and board of directors that their representatives are not doing a good job at representing.
If you think this a dumb or pointless idea, let me remind you that we can see you with your company logos and your "please report bad drivers" contact info - and don't think we won't or haven't. And they are not alone. Couriers, taxis, city workers and transit buses are right up there as primary offenders. Tsk, tsk. We're watching!
Let's send them a message: If you're going to advertise your company on our roads, do it right and lead by example instead of leading the charge and setting the tone for dangerous and careless driving.
Just a thought ....
Friday, June 11, 2010
When you ad it all up
Ads on TV I get. Well, I don't actually 'get' them, because mostly I use that time to put things away, go to the bathroom, or channel surf. And, of course, when I've recorded the program I'm watching, the fast forward button is my best friend.
Ads on billboards I get, but again, I'm usually too busy watching the road or too focused on getting to my destination to actually notice them.
Ads in the paper I get, but for the most part, I don't read them either. In fact, as a result of my days delivering the paper, when advertising inclusions were at the max - Christmas, Fathers Day, Easter, 'just because' day - and each paper was equivalent in weight to a house brick, I began to develop an aversion to advertising and have turned a mostly blind eye ever since.
Ads on radio I get, except they seem to meld with the concerts and conversations and I honestly don't notice them.
I even get ads on the Internet - and shut them down as quickly as I can.
So, yes, I get it. Ads are here to stay, apparently necessary for our survival, and always trying to sell you something, from products and fast money techniques, to ideas and opinions. I accept them and will deal with them as suits the occasion.
However, after visiting my beloved Sydney Morning Herald today, I think I've hit ad overload. Not only do the ads pop out unexpectedly from the side, hover at the top of the page, and fill every other nook and cranny, but now, when clicking on some articles, we have to choose which of three ads to watch before the item we really want to see comes into view. And if we don't choose, they will for us, and then won't permit us to fast forward them into oblivion.
Up till now, I've been reasonably willing to sit idly by as ads happened to me, but now I'm expected to be involved in the selection. Which would be fine if there was actually an ad I was interested in, but sadly, that is usually not the case.
Okay, yes, over the years, I, too, have embraced the advertising medium to promote stuff, so I get it's value in many instances. And yes, there are some very clever and effective ads out there that grab one's attention and stick in one's mind, subliminally or otherwise.
However, a lot of it is advertising purely for the sake of it - i.e., annoying and silly, irrelevant and in poor taste, stereotypical and superficial, and meaningless, counterproductive and frustrating.
All I'm saying is that if we have to put up with ads on the information highway, then when we have to choose something, could we at least be allowed to choose "neither" when that is what we really want?
Ads on billboards I get, but again, I'm usually too busy watching the road or too focused on getting to my destination to actually notice them.
Ads in the paper I get, but for the most part, I don't read them either. In fact, as a result of my days delivering the paper, when advertising inclusions were at the max - Christmas, Fathers Day, Easter, 'just because' day - and each paper was equivalent in weight to a house brick, I began to develop an aversion to advertising and have turned a mostly blind eye ever since.
Ads on radio I get, except they seem to meld with the concerts and conversations and I honestly don't notice them.
I even get ads on the Internet - and shut them down as quickly as I can.
So, yes, I get it. Ads are here to stay, apparently necessary for our survival, and always trying to sell you something, from products and fast money techniques, to ideas and opinions. I accept them and will deal with them as suits the occasion.
However, after visiting my beloved Sydney Morning Herald today, I think I've hit ad overload. Not only do the ads pop out unexpectedly from the side, hover at the top of the page, and fill every other nook and cranny, but now, when clicking on some articles, we have to choose which of three ads to watch before the item we really want to see comes into view. And if we don't choose, they will for us, and then won't permit us to fast forward them into oblivion.
Up till now, I've been reasonably willing to sit idly by as ads happened to me, but now I'm expected to be involved in the selection. Which would be fine if there was actually an ad I was interested in, but sadly, that is usually not the case.
Okay, yes, over the years, I, too, have embraced the advertising medium to promote stuff, so I get it's value in many instances. And yes, there are some very clever and effective ads out there that grab one's attention and stick in one's mind, subliminally or otherwise.
However, a lot of it is advertising purely for the sake of it - i.e., annoying and silly, irrelevant and in poor taste, stereotypical and superficial, and meaningless, counterproductive and frustrating.
All I'm saying is that if we have to put up with ads on the information highway, then when we have to choose something, could we at least be allowed to choose "neither" when that is what we really want?
Thursday, June 3, 2010
The Brrr! factor
Am I alone in my intense dislike of air conditioning of the cooling kind? Okay, I admit there are times during the summer when it comes in handy, but only if I am at the controls.
Most places I go, it is apparent that no one is either at the controls or has any idea how to operate the darned things. Usually, the first indication is my reaching for the cardigan or jacket or polar suit I've lugged with me to the location. Never leave home without one or the other, I always say.
Restaurants and cafes are by far the worst offenders, but so, too, are some function rooms, friends' homes, and shops and malls.
Back in Oz, we survived our youth air-conditioner free. Fans were capable substitutes, as were wet face washers, cool evening breezes, and my dad's favourite - dealing with it.
While I respect the rights of that portion of the population who prefer the chill machines, I think the whole thing would be way easier to deal with if there were some settings standards to live by. For example, why are some places quite comfortable, and others positively glacial? Of course, a happy medium might never be possible, given differing opinions on what is an appropriate temperature to endure inside, but there is an example we could follow.
Personally, I like the whole "living underground" thing they've got going on in Coober Pedy in Australia's outback. Outside temps can exceed 55 degrees Celsius, and because everyone knows 'inside' is the same old same old, they can attire appropriately: "While several air conditioners struggle to cool a normal house to under 30 degrees in summer, Coober Pedy’s caves remain a comfortable 25 degrees, year-round, free of charge." Way more civilised, despite the reference to the homes as "caves".
Not everyone will agree with me that AC is NN (not necessary), and I'm not about to try and convince anyone by debating the relevant health, environmental, cost and functional pros and cons.
My ask is simple. If we have to live with those cool contraptions during the summer, can we please ease up on the Brrr! factor a tad? I'll still bring my extra layer, but I'd like not to have to pile it on every time I go inside.
Of course, the alternative is to let me at the controls, but given my penchant for turning the things off completely ....
Most places I go, it is apparent that no one is either at the controls or has any idea how to operate the darned things. Usually, the first indication is my reaching for the cardigan or jacket or polar suit I've lugged with me to the location. Never leave home without one or the other, I always say.
Restaurants and cafes are by far the worst offenders, but so, too, are some function rooms, friends' homes, and shops and malls.
Back in Oz, we survived our youth air-conditioner free. Fans were capable substitutes, as were wet face washers, cool evening breezes, and my dad's favourite - dealing with it.
While I respect the rights of that portion of the population who prefer the chill machines, I think the whole thing would be way easier to deal with if there were some settings standards to live by. For example, why are some places quite comfortable, and others positively glacial? Of course, a happy medium might never be possible, given differing opinions on what is an appropriate temperature to endure inside, but there is an example we could follow.
Personally, I like the whole "living underground" thing they've got going on in Coober Pedy in Australia's outback. Outside temps can exceed 55 degrees Celsius, and because everyone knows 'inside' is the same old same old, they can attire appropriately: "While several air conditioners struggle to cool a normal house to under 30 degrees in summer, Coober Pedy’s caves remain a comfortable 25 degrees, year-round, free of charge." Way more civilised, despite the reference to the homes as "caves".
Not everyone will agree with me that AC is NN (not necessary), and I'm not about to try and convince anyone by debating the relevant health, environmental, cost and functional pros and cons.
My ask is simple. If we have to live with those cool contraptions during the summer, can we please ease up on the Brrr! factor a tad? I'll still bring my extra layer, but I'd like not to have to pile it on every time I go inside.
Of course, the alternative is to let me at the controls, but given my penchant for turning the things off completely ....
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Skin deep
Kylie Minogue is breaking hearts again, but this time, it's not males around the world who are devastated.
It's all the fancy dancy moisturiser companies whose pricey products purport to fix our every flaw.
Yes, Kylie has just announced that she doesn't use any of that stuff, and "prefers to rely on cheap moisturiser to keep wrinkles at bay" (SMH, May 24, 2010). And while she does admit to dabbling with Botox in the past, "she has given up the age-busting injections and would never undergo cosmetic surgery".
I've always admired Kylie - who, at the start of her current career, was affectionately called "the singing budgie" by the Australian media. She knows what she wants and stays true to her course. And now, I feel a certain kinship, given her recently revealed beauty secret.
As someone who has also relied on an inexpensive moisturiser their entire life, I concur with Kylie's assessment that it's all you need for a "near flawless complexion" and a "youthful appearance". Along with a healthy diet and moderate exercise, but then, you already knew that, right?
Clearly, us Aussie girls know what's best for our skin - and it's not spending wads of cash on expensive magic elixirs. Pond's Cold Cream for 41-year-old Kylie and Soul Pattinson's Sorbolene for 52-year-old me. Both reliable, cheap and proven - if we do say so ourselves.
So, next time you stock up, don't bypass the cheap just because it is. It might prove to be the best friend your skin ever had.
It's all the fancy dancy moisturiser companies whose pricey products purport to fix our every flaw.
Yes, Kylie has just announced that she doesn't use any of that stuff, and "prefers to rely on cheap moisturiser to keep wrinkles at bay" (SMH, May 24, 2010). And while she does admit to dabbling with Botox in the past, "she has given up the age-busting injections and would never undergo cosmetic surgery".
I've always admired Kylie - who, at the start of her current career, was affectionately called "the singing budgie" by the Australian media. She knows what she wants and stays true to her course. And now, I feel a certain kinship, given her recently revealed beauty secret.
As someone who has also relied on an inexpensive moisturiser their entire life, I concur with Kylie's assessment that it's all you need for a "near flawless complexion" and a "youthful appearance". Along with a healthy diet and moderate exercise, but then, you already knew that, right?
Clearly, us Aussie girls know what's best for our skin - and it's not spending wads of cash on expensive magic elixirs. Pond's Cold Cream for 41-year-old Kylie and Soul Pattinson's Sorbolene for 52-year-old me. Both reliable, cheap and proven - if we do say so ourselves.
So, next time you stock up, don't bypass the cheap just because it is. It might prove to be the best friend your skin ever had.
Monday, May 17, 2010
End of an era
News that the original Law and Order series has been cancelled after an incredible 20 years' run did nothing to make my day.
The initial shock has worn off, but the thought of no more Jack McCoy and crew still hangs heavy on my heart. I have grown to love those people, think of them as family, albeit in an weekly kind of way, and had forlorn hopes that the show would stay around until I became a golden girl.
Law and Order nights took priority over having a life, and even though recording was an option, I generally opted for the 'live' viewing, following the show as it jumped around, and staying true to the original, notwithstanding the relentless enticement of the spinoffs. From start to finish, the characters were great, the stories engaging, the formula gold.
That it didn't even get the courtesy of enough advance warning so it could wrap up with a concluding storyline, and that it wasn't allowed to fulfill its goal of going one more year than Gunsmoke, is certainly disappointing for me.
But you've gotta love Dick Wolf, whose simple response was, "Never complain, never explain." Classy!
Law and Order is almost single-handedly responsible for shaping and maintaining my freelance schedule. When I moved my office home so I could be here for my epileptic canine companion, I needed a reason to stay seated at my desk until a reasonable amount of time had passed. With Sydney sleeping soundly on the sofa, I found that I could work a solid six and a half hours with barely an interruption, as long as the reward was she and I sitting together and watching Law and Order while we had lunch.
When that was over, off we'd trot for a walk to clear our minds and ponder our afternoon - hers back on the sofa, mine back at my desk.
I doubt I would have been as successful as I was without my telegenic companion. Interesting then, that now I am pursuing a slightly new direction - still with the same schedule - Law and Order, as I know it, has taken a new direction of its own - to Los Angeles.
Tempting as it will be to tune in and check it out, I'm sorry to say that I feel such a connection with the original series, you'll probably find me instead staying tuned to the repeats at noon, enjoying the good old days with those I know and love.
See you there, Jack. And thanks for everything, Mr Wolf.
The initial shock has worn off, but the thought of no more Jack McCoy and crew still hangs heavy on my heart. I have grown to love those people, think of them as family, albeit in an weekly kind of way, and had forlorn hopes that the show would stay around until I became a golden girl.
Law and Order nights took priority over having a life, and even though recording was an option, I generally opted for the 'live' viewing, following the show as it jumped around, and staying true to the original, notwithstanding the relentless enticement of the spinoffs. From start to finish, the characters were great, the stories engaging, the formula gold.
That it didn't even get the courtesy of enough advance warning so it could wrap up with a concluding storyline, and that it wasn't allowed to fulfill its goal of going one more year than Gunsmoke, is certainly disappointing for me.
But you've gotta love Dick Wolf, whose simple response was, "Never complain, never explain." Classy!
Law and Order is almost single-handedly responsible for shaping and maintaining my freelance schedule. When I moved my office home so I could be here for my epileptic canine companion, I needed a reason to stay seated at my desk until a reasonable amount of time had passed. With Sydney sleeping soundly on the sofa, I found that I could work a solid six and a half hours with barely an interruption, as long as the reward was she and I sitting together and watching Law and Order while we had lunch.
When that was over, off we'd trot for a walk to clear our minds and ponder our afternoon - hers back on the sofa, mine back at my desk.
I doubt I would have been as successful as I was without my telegenic companion. Interesting then, that now I am pursuing a slightly new direction - still with the same schedule - Law and Order, as I know it, has taken a new direction of its own - to Los Angeles.
Tempting as it will be to tune in and check it out, I'm sorry to say that I feel such a connection with the original series, you'll probably find me instead staying tuned to the repeats at noon, enjoying the good old days with those I know and love.
See you there, Jack. And thanks for everything, Mr Wolf.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Roll a different style
Ever been caught off guard by a comment that really got you thinking?
While watching Inner Space after one of the last episodes of Lost, which I have faithfully followed from the very beginning, guest host Daragh Sankey suggested that Jack was the candidate. When Teddy pointed out that neither Jack's moral fibre nor his Hippocratic Oath would allow him to sit back while humans slaughtered each other, Daragh concluded that Jack would perhaps "roll a different style".
Ooh, nice one, Daragh. Four little words that completely open the door to ramping things up a bit, regardless of what is expected and the way things are 'normally' done. Your own stamp, your own style, your own seal of approval. The possibilities are endless.
In the midst of my sabbatical, I took those words to heart when a fortuitous circumstance led me to conclude that some of where I am right now is at the behest of others' expectations and assumptions. That simple realisation reinforced my intent to roll a different style and go wherever it leads me.
Why don't you roll a different style today, and let others see where it takes you.
While watching Inner Space after one of the last episodes of Lost, which I have faithfully followed from the very beginning, guest host Daragh Sankey suggested that Jack was the candidate. When Teddy pointed out that neither Jack's moral fibre nor his Hippocratic Oath would allow him to sit back while humans slaughtered each other, Daragh concluded that Jack would perhaps "roll a different style".
Ooh, nice one, Daragh. Four little words that completely open the door to ramping things up a bit, regardless of what is expected and the way things are 'normally' done. Your own stamp, your own style, your own seal of approval. The possibilities are endless.
In the midst of my sabbatical, I took those words to heart when a fortuitous circumstance led me to conclude that some of where I am right now is at the behest of others' expectations and assumptions. That simple realisation reinforced my intent to roll a different style and go wherever it leads me.
Why don't you roll a different style today, and let others see where it takes you.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
What's in it for me?
Today I will eat three meals - breakfast, lunch and tea (as us Aussies like to say). Hearty, healthy food, no junk, just wholesome and mostly homemade - cereal, toast, juice, leftover chicken and rice, an apple, banana and some watermelon, yogurt, pasta.
In between meals, there will be coffee, chocolate milk, and lots of water. I will also take a long walk, relax for a bit, and might even do some stretching. And at the end of the day, I expect I will watch a bit of tv, read a book, and sleep well into the night.
Food, exercise and downtime. All of which sounds great. So, my question is, what in all this is good for me and what is not?
Before anyone answers that question, let's get a few things straight.
1. I like coffee, so that's staying, but I usually have only two cups on most days - sometimes less, rarely more. And I like wine and sherry, occasionally and socially, and always in moderation.
2. Except for baking (which I don't actually do any of) and coffee (although I'm trying to cut down), I don't add sugar to anything, nor do I add salt. Not for any healthy reasons - I simply don't think most food needs either of it.
3. I do make a concerted effort to buy low salt and low sugar products, but low fat? I really like my 2% milk and associated products, so that's about as far as I am willing to go.
4. I eat lots of fruit (~ 3 to 4 pieces) and vegetables (~ 3 servings) each day - way up from where it used to be (~ 0). Delicious and really fills me up.
5. I love meat, so that's staying, but these days I eat about half of what I used to, and fill the plate up with salad or veggies instead. I love eggs, with bacon on the weekend, and I'm trying to eat more fish - mostly when I eat out since we never think to cook it at home.
6. I love chocolate, but only if I can keep the consumption of it under some sort of control. Rationing was easy when I only ate Aussie chocolate - I'd fill a suitcase with all sorts of stuff on every visit back home, and when that was gone, that was it ... until the next trip. However, of late, I've discovered a taste for chocolate-coated peanuts made in Canada and can't seem to ration them at all.
7. Yogurt is a relatively new addition to my day, but not sure if I'm getting the right stuff. I do add flax and fibre to it - adds crunch and tastes delicious. (Thanks to Miriam for sending me the Magical Breakfast Cream recipe, which I will try as soon as I get all the ingredients.)
8. I sometimes eat late out of necessity, but mostly aim to be done by 7:00 pm. And since I'm up at 5:00 am, I try to hit the hay by 9:00 pm where I read fiction (no work!) to let the day slowly wash away.
9. Not a huge fan of vitamins and supplements, but I do take calcium and salmon oil capsules daily. Think (hope) everything else I eat provides the rest of what I need.
10. I won't diet, but I will consider subtle changes that are doable and good for me.
So, there you have it. The exercise and downtime works well with my current schedule. The eating and drinking component, however, is where I'm a bit clueless as to whether I'm heading in the right direction or not. And although I'm not looking to do anything radical here, I would like to know if there's anything I'm missing or should miss, and what's in it for me either way. If you want to share your thoughts, I'm all ears.
Oh, did I mention that I also love corn on the cob?
In between meals, there will be coffee, chocolate milk, and lots of water. I will also take a long walk, relax for a bit, and might even do some stretching. And at the end of the day, I expect I will watch a bit of tv, read a book, and sleep well into the night.
Food, exercise and downtime. All of which sounds great. So, my question is, what in all this is good for me and what is not?
Before anyone answers that question, let's get a few things straight.
1. I like coffee, so that's staying, but I usually have only two cups on most days - sometimes less, rarely more. And I like wine and sherry, occasionally and socially, and always in moderation.
2. Except for baking (which I don't actually do any of) and coffee (although I'm trying to cut down), I don't add sugar to anything, nor do I add salt. Not for any healthy reasons - I simply don't think most food needs either of it.
3. I do make a concerted effort to buy low salt and low sugar products, but low fat? I really like my 2% milk and associated products, so that's about as far as I am willing to go.
4. I eat lots of fruit (~ 3 to 4 pieces) and vegetables (~ 3 servings) each day - way up from where it used to be (~ 0). Delicious and really fills me up.
5. I love meat, so that's staying, but these days I eat about half of what I used to, and fill the plate up with salad or veggies instead. I love eggs, with bacon on the weekend, and I'm trying to eat more fish - mostly when I eat out since we never think to cook it at home.
6. I love chocolate, but only if I can keep the consumption of it under some sort of control. Rationing was easy when I only ate Aussie chocolate - I'd fill a suitcase with all sorts of stuff on every visit back home, and when that was gone, that was it ... until the next trip. However, of late, I've discovered a taste for chocolate-coated peanuts made in Canada and can't seem to ration them at all.
7. Yogurt is a relatively new addition to my day, but not sure if I'm getting the right stuff. I do add flax and fibre to it - adds crunch and tastes delicious. (Thanks to Miriam for sending me the Magical Breakfast Cream recipe, which I will try as soon as I get all the ingredients.)
8. I sometimes eat late out of necessity, but mostly aim to be done by 7:00 pm. And since I'm up at 5:00 am, I try to hit the hay by 9:00 pm where I read fiction (no work!) to let the day slowly wash away.
9. Not a huge fan of vitamins and supplements, but I do take calcium and salmon oil capsules daily. Think (hope) everything else I eat provides the rest of what I need.
10. I won't diet, but I will consider subtle changes that are doable and good for me.
So, there you have it. The exercise and downtime works well with my current schedule. The eating and drinking component, however, is where I'm a bit clueless as to whether I'm heading in the right direction or not. And although I'm not looking to do anything radical here, I would like to know if there's anything I'm missing or should miss, and what's in it for me either way. If you want to share your thoughts, I'm all ears.
Oh, did I mention that I also love corn on the cob?
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
From dud to sexy
Who knew that my duds could prove to be so much more? Thanks to one small gesture.
Without getting into details about my undies, let's just say I generally don't spend big bucks on them. If they're comfy, that's good enough, and generally gray or black are the norm, having shied away from pink and polka dots a long time ago. On washing days gone by, I tossed them in the machine, then the drier, and then unceremoniously shoved them all a dither into the top drawer of my dresser. They're just undies, after all.
But not anymore. When he washes and dries them, my partner lovingly folds them like delicate flowers, puts them in neat stacks, and gently places them in my top drawer where they wait in tranquility for me to carefully select them, one by one by one.
It's only a small gesture, but it somehow makes them seem special, treasured, sexy, which makes me feel special, treasured, sexy. Thanks, my love, for making both my duds and me feel so much more.
Without getting into details about my undies, let's just say I generally don't spend big bucks on them. If they're comfy, that's good enough, and generally gray or black are the norm, having shied away from pink and polka dots a long time ago. On washing days gone by, I tossed them in the machine, then the drier, and then unceremoniously shoved them all a dither into the top drawer of my dresser. They're just undies, after all.
But not anymore. When he washes and dries them, my partner lovingly folds them like delicate flowers, puts them in neat stacks, and gently places them in my top drawer where they wait in tranquility for me to carefully select them, one by one by one.
It's only a small gesture, but it somehow makes them seem special, treasured, sexy, which makes me feel special, treasured, sexy. Thanks, my love, for making both my duds and me feel so much more.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Those were the days
While out doing a few chores around noon yesterday, I walked smack dab into the local school's lunch break.
How did I know? Because I was overwhelmed by kids filing across the street, into the coffee shop and the food store, purchasing an array of junk food, fried foods, pop, rich creamy shakes and candy. Not an apple or a salad sandwich in sight.
Reminded me of my school days, when we used to order from the tuckshop (school canteen) on Mondays. My mum would insist I ordered a salad sandwich and a piece of fruit, but once out of view, I changed the order to two finger buns and a chocolate. Ah, teenage menus!
Now, I don't really care that kids are out spending their or their parents money willy nilly - not my concern, and I might have done the same thing if we were allowed in my school days. But what's with the out-of-school-at-lunchtime thing, and the out-anytime-there's-a-break thing? Doesn't anybody want to sit and talk and play basketball or cards or tweet together while on breaks? Get a head start on homework? Read a book and relax? Enjoy the schoolyard?
Okay, so I probably don't really care about that either. But it does seem a shame that so many kids would rather head off campus instead of staying around school and experiencing all they can while they can in the schoolyard. The lessons I learned in the schoolyard fully equipped me for the outside world, and some days I would give anything to be back there, learning those lessons over again.
Maybe I'm just old, or ignorant about the bullying and comparing and oneupmanship that goes on at school these days. But I have to admit, there are times when I wish I could relax with friends in the schoolyard and enjoy the simpler things in life. The bigger world is not always a great place to be. So, I don't understand the hurry to get out into it.
How did I know? Because I was overwhelmed by kids filing across the street, into the coffee shop and the food store, purchasing an array of junk food, fried foods, pop, rich creamy shakes and candy. Not an apple or a salad sandwich in sight.
Reminded me of my school days, when we used to order from the tuckshop (school canteen) on Mondays. My mum would insist I ordered a salad sandwich and a piece of fruit, but once out of view, I changed the order to two finger buns and a chocolate. Ah, teenage menus!
Now, I don't really care that kids are out spending their or their parents money willy nilly - not my concern, and I might have done the same thing if we were allowed in my school days. But what's with the out-of-school-at-lunchtime thing, and the out-anytime-there's-a-break thing? Doesn't anybody want to sit and talk and play basketball or cards or tweet together while on breaks? Get a head start on homework? Read a book and relax? Enjoy the schoolyard?
Okay, so I probably don't really care about that either. But it does seem a shame that so many kids would rather head off campus instead of staying around school and experiencing all they can while they can in the schoolyard. The lessons I learned in the schoolyard fully equipped me for the outside world, and some days I would give anything to be back there, learning those lessons over again.
Maybe I'm just old, or ignorant about the bullying and comparing and oneupmanship that goes on at school these days. But I have to admit, there are times when I wish I could relax with friends in the schoolyard and enjoy the simpler things in life. The bigger world is not always a great place to be. So, I don't understand the hurry to get out into it.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
3D or not 3D
Time flies when you're watching television.
I remember my mum telling me that when TV arrived in Oz, she and Dad used to stand in front of storefront windows watching the black and white images on screen.
In the intervening sixty years, we've seen black and white give way to colour, VHS win out over BETA, 4 channels explode into hundreds, and bigger and bigger screens taking up more and more space in our living rooms - if not challenging us to build entire rooms to accommodate these big beasts.
Then suddenly, it was hi-def and blu-ray, with surround sound and the most exquisite visuals I've ever seen. And before I knew it, we were bearing witness to the 3D phenomenon that has already moved from our doorsteps into our lives.
To be honest, I didn't see that coming. Either I wasn't watching or I simply didn't think 3D could or would ever move from IMAX and its movie theatre cousins to our homes. I'm not sure I even have the space for a 3D TV, let alone want one.
Nothing personal, but it seems that like so many other technological advancements, it's all coming a bit too fast nowadays - I've barely had enough time to tap into the world of blu-ray ... although I will be the first to admit I'm a bit slow when it comes to most forms of technology.
So, for now I will probably stick with my little blu-ray TV and its untapped potential, saving 3D for an excuse to go out to the movies when I want to see the world loom larger that life before me.
And I suggest we forget about the next 60 years. The real question is what can we expect in the next 6 months!
Got any thoughts on the 3D phenomenon? Are you signing up, or will you join me on the sidelines ... for now?
I remember my mum telling me that when TV arrived in Oz, she and Dad used to stand in front of storefront windows watching the black and white images on screen.
In the intervening sixty years, we've seen black and white give way to colour, VHS win out over BETA, 4 channels explode into hundreds, and bigger and bigger screens taking up more and more space in our living rooms - if not challenging us to build entire rooms to accommodate these big beasts.
Then suddenly, it was hi-def and blu-ray, with surround sound and the most exquisite visuals I've ever seen. And before I knew it, we were bearing witness to the 3D phenomenon that has already moved from our doorsteps into our lives.
To be honest, I didn't see that coming. Either I wasn't watching or I simply didn't think 3D could or would ever move from IMAX and its movie theatre cousins to our homes. I'm not sure I even have the space for a 3D TV, let alone want one.
Nothing personal, but it seems that like so many other technological advancements, it's all coming a bit too fast nowadays - I've barely had enough time to tap into the world of blu-ray ... although I will be the first to admit I'm a bit slow when it comes to most forms of technology.
So, for now I will probably stick with my little blu-ray TV and its untapped potential, saving 3D for an excuse to go out to the movies when I want to see the world loom larger that life before me.
And I suggest we forget about the next 60 years. The real question is what can we expect in the next 6 months!
Got any thoughts on the 3D phenomenon? Are you signing up, or will you join me on the sidelines ... for now?
Monday, March 29, 2010
Goodbye to then
Over the weekend, I considered the fate of several scrapbooks of pictures taken from the local paper, the Winnipeg Free Press. These pictures were carefully chosen and cut out over a period of two years, starting immediately after I moved to this spot in the heartland of the Canadian continent more than 15 years ago.
I began that endeavour as a way of recording time and events as I passed them by. A pictorial story to share with my nieces and nephews if and when they ever came to visit me here. A commitment that ran dry after two years because life simply moved too quickly for me to keep up the task.
As if to still time completely, each picture was placed in proximity to another that reinforced the particular story. Each scrapbook was stamped with a cartoon of the day or the event or the sentiment. It was a process that began with 'ooh, look at the telling pictures' and evolved into a memorial of transition from then to now.
Unfortunately, it takes effort to revisit the then on a regular basis, and I was pursuing the now so much that completed scrapbooks were relegated to storage space, and forgotten. Others in progress slowed when the glue ran out, the 'telling pictures' didn't, or another deadline loomed. Eventually, even those books in plain sight became invisible and unattended, wilting in their undusted corner.
In many ways, it was a tough decision to let those scrapbooks go, but when it was done, I felt neither joy nor sadness. There is a time and a place for everything, and although I did look back through each of those pages before I let them go, the memory of that endeavour was enough to satisfy my reminiscing.
Ultimately, they will do what all good stories do - become part of another. Recycled, then blended, then reborn in a new shape with a new purpose. A journey I interrupted when they came together and stayed a while in a story all of my making.
I began that endeavour as a way of recording time and events as I passed them by. A pictorial story to share with my nieces and nephews if and when they ever came to visit me here. A commitment that ran dry after two years because life simply moved too quickly for me to keep up the task.
As if to still time completely, each picture was placed in proximity to another that reinforced the particular story. Each scrapbook was stamped with a cartoon of the day or the event or the sentiment. It was a process that began with 'ooh, look at the telling pictures' and evolved into a memorial of transition from then to now.
Unfortunately, it takes effort to revisit the then on a regular basis, and I was pursuing the now so much that completed scrapbooks were relegated to storage space, and forgotten. Others in progress slowed when the glue ran out, the 'telling pictures' didn't, or another deadline loomed. Eventually, even those books in plain sight became invisible and unattended, wilting in their undusted corner.
In many ways, it was a tough decision to let those scrapbooks go, but when it was done, I felt neither joy nor sadness. There is a time and a place for everything, and although I did look back through each of those pages before I let them go, the memory of that endeavour was enough to satisfy my reminiscing.
Ultimately, they will do what all good stories do - become part of another. Recycled, then blended, then reborn in a new shape with a new purpose. A journey I interrupted when they came together and stayed a while in a story all of my making.
Friday, March 12, 2010
No harm in asking
I've put things out to the universe before, and occasionally something has come back. It may be what I asked for, or a variation on that particular theme, or something completely different, or, more often than not, absolutely nothing at all.
No harm in asking, I say. And so here I am, asking.
I need $4 million to buy and operate a property in Australia. Why so little, you ask? Well, let me break it down for you.
$3 mill for the property ...
- beautiful, expansive, top quality land
- fantastic views and great big trees
- close to town, far from the city
- 100% fair dinkum rural
- stocked with sheep and cattle
- several acres for crops
- complete with dams, fences and sheds
- large homestead, albeit in need of fixing up
- big veggie patch
$500,000 for renovations and repairs ...
- fix up the homestead
- repair and replace fences
- update sheds and equipment
$500,000 for other stuff ...
- feed for stock and grain for crops
- additional stock to enhance herd quality
- horses and dogs to help make it a real working farm
- farmhands, workers and owners/operators
- incidental expenses and safety net in case of natural disasters
Costs are approximate, but you get the gist of it.
You could just write me a cheque - or a check, if you're reading this in the US - or you could be the owner and let my partner and me be the operators. Whichever way you go, it will be more interest-ing than a bank and more fun than a tax write off. All of which adds up to an outstanding opportunity that will definitely make some kind of return for everyone involved.
So, Universe, if you're listening and you've got a spare couple of mill lying around with nothing to spend it on, please help me out here - after you've helped out everyone else who needs it more than me, of course. I promise to welcome it as if it was my own, and work hard to help it grow into the successful venture I know it can be!
Yeah, this probably sounds frivolous and self serving, but trust me when I say that you would be doing more than just changing someone's life. Anyway, whatever you can do will be great. Thanks a bunch, mate!
No harm in asking, I say. And so here I am, asking.
I need $4 million to buy and operate a property in Australia. Why so little, you ask? Well, let me break it down for you.
$3 mill for the property ...
- beautiful, expansive, top quality land
- fantastic views and great big trees
- close to town, far from the city
- 100% fair dinkum rural
- stocked with sheep and cattle
- several acres for crops
- complete with dams, fences and sheds
- large homestead, albeit in need of fixing up
- big veggie patch
$500,000 for renovations and repairs ...
- fix up the homestead
- repair and replace fences
- update sheds and equipment
$500,000 for other stuff ...
- feed for stock and grain for crops
- additional stock to enhance herd quality
- horses and dogs to help make it a real working farm
- farmhands, workers and owners/operators
- incidental expenses and safety net in case of natural disasters
Costs are approximate, but you get the gist of it.
You could just write me a cheque - or a check, if you're reading this in the US - or you could be the owner and let my partner and me be the operators. Whichever way you go, it will be more interest-ing than a bank and more fun than a tax write off. All of which adds up to an outstanding opportunity that will definitely make some kind of return for everyone involved.
So, Universe, if you're listening and you've got a spare couple of mill lying around with nothing to spend it on, please help me out here - after you've helped out everyone else who needs it more than me, of course. I promise to welcome it as if it was my own, and work hard to help it grow into the successful venture I know it can be!
Yeah, this probably sounds frivolous and self serving, but trust me when I say that you would be doing more than just changing someone's life. Anyway, whatever you can do will be great. Thanks a bunch, mate!
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
The results are in
In response to my impassioned inquiry as to whether I should go blonde, I received a stunning total of 7 responses from people who took the time to share their thoughts. With the final tally 4 : 3, it was hardly a resounding decision maker.
The four against were quite insistent that dark was my colour, now and forever, with Jan referring to me as "classy". On the other side, there was equal enthusiasm for the 'do it' point of view, with some people even sending photographic endorsements - thanks, Geoff.
Now, I could interpret all this in one of three ways:
1. Nobody cares, other than those 7 people, of course.
2. Nobody would notice, other than those 7 people, of course.
3. Nobody reads my blog, other than ... well, you get the gist of it.
For now, I will stay true to the wishes of the voters - the hair will stay dark, but the blonde option will stay on the table. What I am taking from this process, however, is that I need to find more people to read my blog. I might not always have something clever or fortuitous or interesting or unique to share, but for sure, it will make you think.
I really like writing every day. It's good for the mind, the soul and the heart. I write what I live and I say what I feel. And what I love most about blogging is the creative writing process that infuses the day from that point on. I simply have to find more people to take the ride with me.
To that end, I am having this blog redesigned, renamed and refocused. Still offering spontaneous reflections and contributions, but with a few additions inspired by the things I am truly passionate about. Something for others with those interests to sink their proverbial teeth into.
Stay tuned, my friends, all 7 of you - the best is yet to come!
The four against were quite insistent that dark was my colour, now and forever, with Jan referring to me as "classy". On the other side, there was equal enthusiasm for the 'do it' point of view, with some people even sending photographic endorsements - thanks, Geoff.
Now, I could interpret all this in one of three ways:
1. Nobody cares, other than those 7 people, of course.
2. Nobody would notice, other than those 7 people, of course.
3. Nobody reads my blog, other than ... well, you get the gist of it.
For now, I will stay true to the wishes of the voters - the hair will stay dark, but the blonde option will stay on the table. What I am taking from this process, however, is that I need to find more people to read my blog. I might not always have something clever or fortuitous or interesting or unique to share, but for sure, it will make you think.
I really like writing every day. It's good for the mind, the soul and the heart. I write what I live and I say what I feel. And what I love most about blogging is the creative writing process that infuses the day from that point on. I simply have to find more people to take the ride with me.
To that end, I am having this blog redesigned, renamed and refocused. Still offering spontaneous reflections and contributions, but with a few additions inspired by the things I am truly passionate about. Something for others with those interests to sink their proverbial teeth into.
Stay tuned, my friends, all 7 of you - the best is yet to come!
Friday, February 26, 2010
Should I go blond?
It's something I've been considering and I thought I'd put it out there for the universe to consider on my behalf.
Having hidden the greys for more years than I care to count, it occurred to me that all the money spent hiding them could be better spent elsewhere. Not to mention less time in the chair every month.
Of course, one gets used to the dark brown of their youth, and a blond do might not work for more than a fanciful fad. Still, after watching an episode of Grey's Anatomy where Lexie suddenly went from one extreme to the other, what amazed me was that by the end of that episode, it all looked so 'business as usual'.
Which brings me back to my original question ... After a half century of dark, should I go blond?
You tell me!
Having hidden the greys for more years than I care to count, it occurred to me that all the money spent hiding them could be better spent elsewhere. Not to mention less time in the chair every month.
Of course, one gets used to the dark brown of their youth, and a blond do might not work for more than a fanciful fad. Still, after watching an episode of Grey's Anatomy where Lexie suddenly went from one extreme to the other, what amazed me was that by the end of that episode, it all looked so 'business as usual'.
Which brings me back to my original question ... After a half century of dark, should I go blond?
You tell me!
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Since when ...
... have old farts been boring? Apparently since they started using Twitter [Dec 27, 2009, SMH]. And it is with respect to them and it that I beg to differ by saying, it all depends on how you use it.
Our family boasts longevity and there are a few nonagenarians and a smattering of centenarians in our tree. Bodes well for me - a bit of a late bloomer who thinks my time is now rather than in my 20s, as I originally thought. As for my rellies, old ... yes. Farts ... not for me to say. Boring ... absolutely not! There's plenty of life in them their bones and their humour and energy suggests that they are definitely living their lives to the hilt.
Case in point ... A few weeks before my grandfather died at 100, we came together as a family - including many of us travelling in from overseas - to celebrate the big event. The letter from the Queen was read, as was the one from the Prime Minister, and lots of accolades and wishes were shared all round. When my grandfather was getting ready to go home, I asked him if he was tired. "No," he replied, with a strong, certain voice, indicative of a man half his age. "But I have to go home so I can watch the wrestling." With eyebrows raised, I turned to my cousin, who added: "A new passion he picked up a year or so ago."
Ah, I thought. Why not?! He had risen through the ranks while the World stood witness to silent movies, motor vehicles, the loss of the Titanic, the Spanish Flu, two World Wars, the Great Depression, the Space Race, the fall of the Berlin Wall, and the Rwandan Genocide, and he simply wanted to see out his final years in a style of his own making. He had certainly earned it.
My great-aunt stands tall at 98 and is anything but boring. In fact, her life is as full as it can be, and she never complains or withdraws from an opportunity to have fun. Every trip to Australia includes at least one visit to see her, and she happily and graciously welcomes me, as if I flew all that way just to see her.
Neither my grandfather nor my great-aunt were into computers, and certainly not Twitter, but I know for sure that if they had, it would not have been to be hip or groovy, to tell the world everything they were doing every minute - something that was never interesting even before Twitter - and certainly not because they had short attention spans. They would have found some creative use of that communication tool and made it worth following in anyone's book. That was their way - something that is sadly lacking these days.
When I first got into Twitter, I didn't know what to say, and didn't think I had anything interesting to share. Until I hit on the idea of twitter verse and began to use that vehicle to document, in 140 characters or less each day, my progress as I pursued a career in speaking.
I'm pretty sure no one reads my tweets, but that's not my intent. Instead, I use it to challenge myself on a daily basis to prepare an impromptu update on where things are at and what lies ahead. The stuff I write is cryptic and quirky, and only those who know what's going on actually know what is going on. Hopefully, by the time I get my career well and truly off the ground, I'll have an interesting tale for those who ask: "How did you get to this point?" At the very least, I'll have certainly enjoyed the ride.
I'm just saying that too often these days, people are all too ready to close the proverbial book on anything that no longer - if ever - connects with them. Dead Twitter may be, but that shouldn't stop you if you are creative enough to put it to your own good use. If that makes you a 'boring old fart', so be it. And if you are the only one left standing when all is said and done, congratulations. You will be one of the few who truly appreciate the art of 'succinct' - another thing that is sadly lacking these days.
Our family boasts longevity and there are a few nonagenarians and a smattering of centenarians in our tree. Bodes well for me - a bit of a late bloomer who thinks my time is now rather than in my 20s, as I originally thought. As for my rellies, old ... yes. Farts ... not for me to say. Boring ... absolutely not! There's plenty of life in them their bones and their humour and energy suggests that they are definitely living their lives to the hilt.
Case in point ... A few weeks before my grandfather died at 100, we came together as a family - including many of us travelling in from overseas - to celebrate the big event. The letter from the Queen was read, as was the one from the Prime Minister, and lots of accolades and wishes were shared all round. When my grandfather was getting ready to go home, I asked him if he was tired. "No," he replied, with a strong, certain voice, indicative of a man half his age. "But I have to go home so I can watch the wrestling." With eyebrows raised, I turned to my cousin, who added: "A new passion he picked up a year or so ago."
Ah, I thought. Why not?! He had risen through the ranks while the World stood witness to silent movies, motor vehicles, the loss of the Titanic, the Spanish Flu, two World Wars, the Great Depression, the Space Race, the fall of the Berlin Wall, and the Rwandan Genocide, and he simply wanted to see out his final years in a style of his own making. He had certainly earned it.
My great-aunt stands tall at 98 and is anything but boring. In fact, her life is as full as it can be, and she never complains or withdraws from an opportunity to have fun. Every trip to Australia includes at least one visit to see her, and she happily and graciously welcomes me, as if I flew all that way just to see her.
Neither my grandfather nor my great-aunt were into computers, and certainly not Twitter, but I know for sure that if they had, it would not have been to be hip or groovy, to tell the world everything they were doing every minute - something that was never interesting even before Twitter - and certainly not because they had short attention spans. They would have found some creative use of that communication tool and made it worth following in anyone's book. That was their way - something that is sadly lacking these days.
When I first got into Twitter, I didn't know what to say, and didn't think I had anything interesting to share. Until I hit on the idea of twitter verse and began to use that vehicle to document, in 140 characters or less each day, my progress as I pursued a career in speaking.
I'm pretty sure no one reads my tweets, but that's not my intent. Instead, I use it to challenge myself on a daily basis to prepare an impromptu update on where things are at and what lies ahead. The stuff I write is cryptic and quirky, and only those who know what's going on actually know what is going on. Hopefully, by the time I get my career well and truly off the ground, I'll have an interesting tale for those who ask: "How did you get to this point?" At the very least, I'll have certainly enjoyed the ride.
I'm just saying that too often these days, people are all too ready to close the proverbial book on anything that no longer - if ever - connects with them. Dead Twitter may be, but that shouldn't stop you if you are creative enough to put it to your own good use. If that makes you a 'boring old fart', so be it. And if you are the only one left standing when all is said and done, congratulations. You will be one of the few who truly appreciate the art of 'succinct' - another thing that is sadly lacking these days.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Doggone it!
Australia Day it is, and what better way to start the day than with Vegemite on toast, narna on Rice Bubbles, and a good strong cuppa!
Days like today bring out all sorts of memories of family and home and harbour boat races and everyone gathered round the barbie, with snags and chops sizzling away. A beer or two to wash it all down, and then plonking ourselves down on the couch for some cricket or tennis - or both. Those were the good old Australian days!
Nothing quite like celebrating your homeland in the traditional way, even when you are miles away from it. A few phone calls to family in the great southern land and a check in with the kids to make sure they are making the most of the day - like swimming in the weir with their mates or working hard in the veggie patch - and makes you feel all comfy inside, even though it's bloody freezing outside and you can't see any green for looking!
Make light of it if you will, but it's tough being away from family anytime of the year. And that's why we wanted to help our friend by taking care of her little ones - Tika and Mojo (see tikabrown.blogspot.com) - while she was away. If one has to be separated from the ones they love, there's nothing more comforting than knowing that they are safe, happy, and well taken care of.
A few days ago, Tika and Mojo were happily reunited with their Mum - although still waiting for their Dad to come home from Afghanistan - and seem to have settled into their usual routine no worries. Yesterday we reconnected with my family down in Oz and a few mates around the world. At the end of the day, everyone was where they should be and we were all the better for it.
So, regardless of your nationality, mark this Australia Day by checking in with your family and friends, whether they are next door or around the world, and let them know you are thinking of them. If you can't walk to where they are, drive or take the bus or hop on yer bike, use Skype or Facebook or MSN, or simply make a phone call.
Take a moment to connect or reconnect because doggone it, in this hyper fast-paced world, it just feels good! And we are all the better for it!
Days like today bring out all sorts of memories of family and home and harbour boat races and everyone gathered round the barbie, with snags and chops sizzling away. A beer or two to wash it all down, and then plonking ourselves down on the couch for some cricket or tennis - or both. Those were the good old Australian days!
Nothing quite like celebrating your homeland in the traditional way, even when you are miles away from it. A few phone calls to family in the great southern land and a check in with the kids to make sure they are making the most of the day - like swimming in the weir with their mates or working hard in the veggie patch - and makes you feel all comfy inside, even though it's bloody freezing outside and you can't see any green for looking!
Make light of it if you will, but it's tough being away from family anytime of the year. And that's why we wanted to help our friend by taking care of her little ones - Tika and Mojo (see tikabrown.blogspot.com) - while she was away. If one has to be separated from the ones they love, there's nothing more comforting than knowing that they are safe, happy, and well taken care of.
A few days ago, Tika and Mojo were happily reunited with their Mum - although still waiting for their Dad to come home from Afghanistan - and seem to have settled into their usual routine no worries. Yesterday we reconnected with my family down in Oz and a few mates around the world. At the end of the day, everyone was where they should be and we were all the better for it.
So, regardless of your nationality, mark this Australia Day by checking in with your family and friends, whether they are next door or around the world, and let them know you are thinking of them. If you can't walk to where they are, drive or take the bus or hop on yer bike, use Skype or Facebook or MSN, or simply make a phone call.
Take a moment to connect or reconnect because doggone it, in this hyper fast-paced world, it just feels good! And we are all the better for it!
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Hiatus, anyone?
Okay, so if you are reading this blog and wondering where I've gone, wonder no more. I am taking an 11-day hiatus from blogging at 'words at random' so I can help my canine boarders maintain their daily blog - 'tika and mojo at rover's retreat'.
When they said they wanted to keep track of everything that happens during their time here, I figured, what the heck. Easy to set up and fun to see what they think about their vacation. Besides, it gives them something to do when they are sick of lounging around. If you'd like to follow along, feel free to visit tikabrown.blogspot.com - makes for some interesting reading, if Tika does say so herself.
Photo coming, as soon as I can convince them to sit quietly together long enough to snap a snap.
And then, when I come back to 'words at random', hopefully it will have a new and more interesting look. Even I'm a bit bored with it, so goodness knows what you think of it.
Anyway, gotta got - Tika is trying to push me off the computer so she can start on Day 3 ...
Later, friends!
When they said they wanted to keep track of everything that happens during their time here, I figured, what the heck. Easy to set up and fun to see what they think about their vacation. Besides, it gives them something to do when they are sick of lounging around. If you'd like to follow along, feel free to visit tikabrown.blogspot.com - makes for some interesting reading, if Tika does say so herself.
Photo coming, as soon as I can convince them to sit quietly together long enough to snap a snap.
And then, when I come back to 'words at random', hopefully it will have a new and more interesting look. Even I'm a bit bored with it, so goodness knows what you think of it.
Anyway, gotta got - Tika is trying to push me off the computer so she can start on Day 3 ...
Later, friends!
Monday, January 4, 2010
While I was painting
When do you get your best ideas? Your creative thoughts? Your new directions? Usually, that all happens for me while I am either walking, watching television, falling asleep, or, as it turns out, painting.
After recently painting virtually our entire house and taking it from plain old white to lush contemporary taupe, pier and sateen, we offered to paint a friend's apartment. She had been trying to finish off her place for months, but, well, let's face it, it's always much easier and more fun when there is more than one painter at work - especially if they've already practised on their own place.
Anyway, it happened on New Year's Day while I was trimming her living room wall, taking it from off-white to stardust - where do they get such telling names for paint these days?! I was in my own space thinking about the sabbatical I was on and wondering why it had stalled. True, I had achieved much during the past few months, but I had not been able to voice my spiel, define my message, identify the link between each of my keynotes. I needed to proclaim my platform.
"What is the problem?" I asked myself. "Why is it so difficult? Are my concepts so obscure that not even I can see what I am about?" Time was a premium - I had to ramp things up quite a bit in January or I would not achieve my goal of relaunching my speaking career before I was less than a blimp on the circuit radar.
And then it happened. My brother's words, spoken for something entirely different, suddenly came into thought, resonated in my head for a few minutes, and obviously fell into line. And I knew. I knew I had found what I was searching for. And I knew that I knew because I did not miss a beat. I continued painting without pause or hesitation and simply smiled. Slowly, broadly, confidently. I smiled and I smiled and I smiled.
Now I am back on track with the last piece of the puzzle firmly in place. Everything flows together, everything makes sense, and it will all take shape with me at the helm instead of trailing far behind.
So, if you're stuck looking for that idea, thought or direction, try painting. You never know; it might be all you need to do. And if you're looking for a canvas, there are a few walls left at our place waiting to help you find your way!
After recently painting virtually our entire house and taking it from plain old white to lush contemporary taupe, pier and sateen, we offered to paint a friend's apartment. She had been trying to finish off her place for months, but, well, let's face it, it's always much easier and more fun when there is more than one painter at work - especially if they've already practised on their own place.
Anyway, it happened on New Year's Day while I was trimming her living room wall, taking it from off-white to stardust - where do they get such telling names for paint these days?! I was in my own space thinking about the sabbatical I was on and wondering why it had stalled. True, I had achieved much during the past few months, but I had not been able to voice my spiel, define my message, identify the link between each of my keynotes. I needed to proclaim my platform.
"What is the problem?" I asked myself. "Why is it so difficult? Are my concepts so obscure that not even I can see what I am about?" Time was a premium - I had to ramp things up quite a bit in January or I would not achieve my goal of relaunching my speaking career before I was less than a blimp on the circuit radar.
And then it happened. My brother's words, spoken for something entirely different, suddenly came into thought, resonated in my head for a few minutes, and obviously fell into line. And I knew. I knew I had found what I was searching for. And I knew that I knew because I did not miss a beat. I continued painting without pause or hesitation and simply smiled. Slowly, broadly, confidently. I smiled and I smiled and I smiled.
Now I am back on track with the last piece of the puzzle firmly in place. Everything flows together, everything makes sense, and it will all take shape with me at the helm instead of trailing far behind.
So, if you're stuck looking for that idea, thought or direction, try painting. You never know; it might be all you need to do. And if you're looking for a canvas, there are a few walls left at our place waiting to help you find your way!