I know, a mere few days after mentioning that I was going to ease up on photos of my little gal so that this doesn't become the Stella show, I post more photos of the aforementioned child. But heading to bed, I realized I hadn't posted my 365 photo yet, and the only pictures I took today were of her. Nighty Night friends!
January 31, 2013
January 30, 2013
faster than a speeding train!
Within an hour of getting home, I had made muffins, Stella's dinner and homemade curry for us. And just as I was about to declare myself superwoman, my veggies started burning, the smoke detector went off, the dog started howling, which prompted the baby to start crying and as I waved a towel in front of the smoke detector to stop it, the neglected pot of veggies burned beyond recognition.
But for the first 55 minutes, I was her. I was superwoman dammit.
But for the first 55 minutes, I was her. I was superwoman dammit.
January 29, 2013
life is a highway
Hi friends! My hubby saw yesterday's photo and said, ok, you're kind of turning it into the Stella show. I'm going to definitely try harder to get out and shoot something other than my favourite red afro'd kid. This is a photo of Hwy 99 because, as it seems, I simply can't get enough of this highway.
Sweet dreams!
Sweet dreams!
January 28, 2013
Her hybrid car
writing and vulnerability
I apologize that I really haven't written in quite awhile. I have done little descriptions under daily photos, but not too much else in the writing department lately. Trying to determine how much to share on this little site is tricky business. Sometimes I want to write openly and candidly about various personal events and then I remember that some of my co-workers read this and it stops me in my tracks. After all, I sit by them day in day out, I really don't want them casting sideways glances at me, with that "wow, you're soooo messed up" look in their eyes. Well, let's face it, they probably do that already. But, you know what I'm saying. And sometimes I think I really don't need to open up my life for everyone, I should just utilize this space to make people's day a little brighter, because if I can make someone laugh, I literally swell with pride (even more so than the usual water retention).
Does anyone really put their whole self or story out there? When it comes to vulnerability, why do we champion it in others and limit it in ourselves? Do we see vulnerability as a weakness? Or, do we subconsciously operate in self protection mode? Vulnerability is a bit of a dance. If someone shares a very personal story with you, it might prompt you to share something of equivalent intimacy, slowly building trust step by step. But when you're writing on a site like this, you kind of just put your words out there, and don't know how they are interpreted, unless people leave comments (which I always welcome). You hope that your words translate well and that people can connect with what you are saying. When I think of my closest friends, I value the fact that we dig deep, that we share the good and the bad of our respective journeys. I tend to prefer smaller groups to large ones because I enjoy a good conversation that really gets into the meat of a topic. Do you let your friends know your most personal thoughts, or do you find it off putting if someone is too open?
I love this ted talk by Brene Brown on vulnerability.
"When you ask people about love, they tell you about heartbreak. When you ask people about belonging, they'll tell you their most excruciating experiences of being excluded. When you ask people about connection, the stories they tell are of disconnection."
"With connection comes vulnerability - in order for us to connect, we have to let ourselves be truly seen. Some people have a strong sense of love and belonging within themselves and some struggle to find it: the key is a sense of worthiness. People who have a strong sense of love and belonging, believe they are worthy of love and belonging." A great example Brene Brown gave, in an interview I saw on the topic of vulnerability, is from the film Say Anything. John Cusack's character holds up a ghetto blaster outside the window of a girl he loves, playing the song "In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel. The audience eats. it. up. People cheer. Women swoon. But when the audience is asked if they would do something so brave, the answer is a resounding "No."
We encourage others to be vulnerable, but we refrain from putting our own feelings on the line.
What makes you feel the most vulnerable? Asking someone out? Being the first person to say I Love You? Initiating Sex? Calling up a new friend? Telling someone you need help? Writing something very personal on a website/facebook or other public forum?
January 27, 2013
more soup sir
I just made a big batch of carrot soup and biscuits so that we have dinner ready as soon as we walk in tomorrow. Ya, it's soup. Not all 365 photos will be winners.
January 26, 2013
walking in a winter wonderland
Care and I got an early start and headed up to Seymour Mountain. It was clouded in, so we didn't get to experience the jaw droppingly beautiful view from the top, but we still had a great workout in the fresh air with tiny snowflakes lightly falling around us. It was gorgeous. The beauty of having your own snowshoes is that you can just head up Dog Mountain, which is a free trail. You don't have to wait in any line ups for rentals or trail tickets. That being said, I borrowed my hubby's snowshoes, which are more designed for heavy duty mountaineering, and are so big, it looked like I had a snowboard strapped to each foot. A few people commented on their way by, "Wow, I haven't seen ones that big!" Hey hon, check out her boards!" Yes, they are so big, people referred to them as boards, not shoes. I only wish Care's photo of me captured my footwear to show you just how giant they were in comparison to hers. Starting your day with a great workout in this province's amazing landscape always reminds me how lucky I am to live here.
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