I could comfortably live at home with my mom for the rest of my life. This is why it’s imperative that I move out.
They should lower the retirement age to 24.
Experimenting with my diet is still a good thing. I now know dairy does not adversely affect my body.
Sometimes it doesn’t take a grandiose action to make a difference. Just being there is often enough.
Don’t let your mother pick up men’s phone numbers for you.
Dairy-free (ish) Protein Pancakes are better than Bisquick.
I was silly to think I’d stop hearing sad stories once I left my job as a reporter.
Wear a seatbelt.
Manual white balance has changed the way I photograph.
Blue chips > yellow chips.
I’m a dog person.
My mom puts crack in her food. It’s the only way to explain why her chili, spaghetti, pie, etc are the best in the world.
Of all the exercises in the world, lifting weights is my favourite.
I have an insatiable sweet tooth. Instead of denying it, I need to just manage it.
I like to shop alone.
Jugo Juice won’t do snack-sized protein smoothies, but they will add a scoop of whey to a Snackin’ Wacky Watermelon.
It’s time to get a job when your day is defined by what talk show is on.
Hummus or bean dip makes a fantastic sauce for a pepperoni pita pizza.
Blogging has become part of my livelihood. No matter where I am or what I’m doing, I can still come on here to write it all out, and have a group of friends here to support me :)
Question of the Day: What did you learn in May?
Four months ago, on January 4th, I started a brand new job. People start new jobs all the time, but I like to think I’ve become a bit of an expert in my 24 years.
My first job was as a cashier at Zellers when I was in grade 11. I lasted the month of December, then politely left the second the holidays were over.
My second job came the summer after grade 11, when I was 17. I was hired on as a barista at a Starbucks in a book store because I used words like “youthful” and “bright” to describe the taste of coffee.
My first day there was probably one of the most nerve wracking experiences of my life. But that job pulled me out of my teenage shell. I’d gone from agoraphobic to a Chatty Cathy in a green apron in just one year. The last day on that job was more bitter than sweet. But high school was over and I was on to, erm, “other” things.
By other things, I mean another Starbucks in a city 90 minutes away.
I stayed at that Starbucks for two years before I quit to focus on school. Those two years were just as good, if not better, than my previous year as a barista. I met my best friends at that store, had a blast, and made some pretty good drinks!
I ended up returning to that store when I started to miss the money, and social aspect. However, I ended up leaving after another year, when I scored a job as a radio reporter and broadcaster.
I read the weekend news, working a few extra coffee shop jobs on the side. I became a full-time reporter there once I finished university. I was at the radio station for two years all together, and again learned more about myself than I could have ever predicted. I thought I was doing the right thing by forcing myself even more out of my shell everyday as a reporter. But I guess I have my limits. And this was it.
I was not reporter material, but I will always look back on my days in the radio biz with fondness. There is a certain old romance about radio that you just don’t get with any other medium. I’ll hold on to this old mike sock forever.
I’d started back at Starbucks before I even left my radio gig in December. I’d taken up the role of supervisor to get me through the in-between period of getting my personal training certification and figuring out what the hell I wanted to do with my life.
A shot in the dark. An old professor of mine e-mailed me on my old student account three days before Christmas. I got a pull to check that neglected account before leaving for home for the holidays. This professor also happens to be the communications director of my alma matter. A job in the department opened up and he thought of me. Days after leaving what should have been the perfect job, a new one fell into my lap.
And I loved it.
The university campus is beautiful, the people are wonderful, the work is fun and challenging in all the right ways. I was filling in for someone due back in May. So the short-term position worked perfectly in my “what the hell am I going to do with my life?” plan.
Today, four months after starting, I said goodbye to my first ever desk.
In four short months, I learned even more at that job. Not that I had to force myself out of my shell, or put on a veil, or be a certain someone. But rather, I learned to just be. I learned to be myself, to be honest, to be open. I learned happiness is possible no matter where or what I’m doing. Happiness can be where I least expect it, so I better not push it away before I have the chance to experience it. I learned it’s possible to look forward to a job everyday, and feel comfortable in your work environment.
I also learned just how very important note taking is. And how impossibly disorganized I really am.
They will be placed in the shoebox with my mike sock and green apron. Maybe I’ll pull some of them out again one day, but I fully expect to keep adding to that box as the years go on…
For the first time since I was 17, I do not have another job lined up. I don’t have a plan. It is strange beyond explanation. I feel like a stranger in my own life. But I am excited to finally be taking this jump. Because this month, I learned happiness is possible anywhere. Even though everything from here on out is completely unknown, I’m confident I can be happy wherever I end up.
“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax—
Of cabbages—and kings—
And why the sea is boiling hot—
And whether pigs have wings.”
– Lewis Carrol, Through the Looking-Glass, “The Walrus and the Carpenter”
Proper posture is essential at all times of the day (are you sitting up straight!?)
You can get lost on roads you’ve driven a million times.
Waffles are the secret to happiness.
My diet is always going to be a work in progress. My life is always changing, thus so is the way I eat.
The human body is fascinating. Down to our myofibril, aortic valve and lumbar spine.
Eating treats at the office is an excellent idea when they’re homemade molasses cookies. Not a great idea when they’re stale sour suckers.
Too much of a good thing really does exist.
My life is a never-ending mess. I will never have my shit together, so I should at least be content to wade through it.
My social anxiety disorder asserts itself into every area of my life. Just when I think I have a handle on it, a new situation will arise and I hit a wall.
They say parents will love their children no matter what, but a child will always adore their parents right back.
March Break sucks donkey balls when you’re no longer a student. Especially when you’re university staff working in an empty building.
Combining sweet and savoury is the best way to take a boring meal and make it spectacular.
Sleep is always a challenge, but it’s one I need to tackle every day.
The best meals are often the result of throwing ingredients (like eggs and ham) in a hot pan together to create a scrambled feast.
Humans thrive on the relationships and interactions they have with others. Never take a person in your life for granted. Enjoy each and every moment spent with them.
Breathe. Don’t stress about things that can’t be fixed right now. Finish those things that can be.
It’s a lot more satisfying to live life on the inside, than thinking I belong on the outside.
Question of the Day: What did you learn in March?
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