A weird thing just happened. I opened my blog page to discover that I had written something that I've never actually seen before... then I realized that my sister had somehow posted the blog she had written on my blog. How do her and I end up doing these things to each other?
Anyways.. Pandamonium. It was amazing. Tiring. But honestly so fun. The bottoms of my feet were actually a little bit sore by the end of the day from landing over and over in the dunk tank. I was lucky enough to have skipped all the ice additions though. Good timing.
I know we didn't raise nearly as much for funds as we were hoping. I, of course, haven't actually handed mine in yet, and will do so tonight. Hopefully I'll feel a little bit better about it. I didn't fund raise as much as I could have definitely, but I do have a couple of family members that really threw in to support us all. And I couldn't be more thankful to have wonderful people like them in my life.
This is my first pandamonium. I've never been a part of it before, and although it was tired, I felt fantastic the next day, and I'm sorry that I'm going to miss next year. We'll see how it goes. Next up, farmer days.
Thursday 28 May 2015
Tuesday 12 May 2015
The Roundhouse - My Nemesis
First I want to start with this... Thank you to everyone who reads my blog, and who thinks of me when I'm having a hard time, and who takes the time to give me feedback. I really appreciate it. I feel the love.
So this weekend was an amazing one. I've never started out the week feeling so recharged. Not necessarily rested, because I felt like my weekend was packed!
Firstly, Tai Chi class. Man, I know so little about yang style, and honestly my intention is not to learn the entire long form, but the way Sifu Dennis breaks down the movements makes me think so much about my own movements. I start getting on a roll thinking how do I shift my weight here? Am I moving in this vector or in that vector? I'm lucky enough to have a background so I can learn the movements fairly quickly, but then spend the rest of the class breaking everything down. Awesome!
Move on to fitness class. The roundhouse is my nemesis. I really struggle pulling my hip back when I'm in the three point position. I've always had stiff hips (I know that sounds crazy) but I've worked really hard to get where I'm at, but the roundhouse it always comes back to that one position. Anyways, I was gifted with the opportunity to work on only roundhouse kicks for an entire hour. Best class ever! I felt like I made some serious progress. And I was lucky enough to have my mom join us for her first class. Made it even better!
Spending pretty much my entire morning/afternoon at the kwoon was great. I love being part of the school. There were so many people that came out for the cleanup, and so much was accomplished. Jobs like that always leave me feeling pumped. I can't wait for pandamonium! The meeting was great, it felt like people were really on board with the prep work and although I think Mr. Smid probably felt like he was in group therapy, I hope that sharing our experiences will help him figure things out for himself.
Went out for Mexican with my family and some other relatives. So good. Probably one of my favourite types of food. I mean who doesn't love chips, salsa and guacamole!
Sunday was also pretty full. My sister and I got up and made scones for my mom for Mother's Day. Bacon/Maple and Maple/Currant. Yummy. Best mom ever! Although I think most people say that about their moms.
Then I had my first motorcycle lesson! I don't wanna sound like I'm bragging, but between my dad and my new found (very patient) teacher, I think I'm gonna have no problem figuring this thing out!
Sunday afternoon my grandma came over for dinner. So we barbecued fish, and it was really nice to spend the afternoon sitting outside on our back deck.
I cleaned my room, and washed all my sheets, and I was so content and exhausted by the time I crawled into my nice fresh smelling bed, I slept like a log. It was fantastic. That was a long one.. thanks for reading. Ha!
So this weekend was an amazing one. I've never started out the week feeling so recharged. Not necessarily rested, because I felt like my weekend was packed!
Firstly, Tai Chi class. Man, I know so little about yang style, and honestly my intention is not to learn the entire long form, but the way Sifu Dennis breaks down the movements makes me think so much about my own movements. I start getting on a roll thinking how do I shift my weight here? Am I moving in this vector or in that vector? I'm lucky enough to have a background so I can learn the movements fairly quickly, but then spend the rest of the class breaking everything down. Awesome!
Move on to fitness class. The roundhouse is my nemesis. I really struggle pulling my hip back when I'm in the three point position. I've always had stiff hips (I know that sounds crazy) but I've worked really hard to get where I'm at, but the roundhouse it always comes back to that one position. Anyways, I was gifted with the opportunity to work on only roundhouse kicks for an entire hour. Best class ever! I felt like I made some serious progress. And I was lucky enough to have my mom join us for her first class. Made it even better!
Spending pretty much my entire morning/afternoon at the kwoon was great. I love being part of the school. There were so many people that came out for the cleanup, and so much was accomplished. Jobs like that always leave me feeling pumped. I can't wait for pandamonium! The meeting was great, it felt like people were really on board with the prep work and although I think Mr. Smid probably felt like he was in group therapy, I hope that sharing our experiences will help him figure things out for himself.
Went out for Mexican with my family and some other relatives. So good. Probably one of my favourite types of food. I mean who doesn't love chips, salsa and guacamole!
Sunday was also pretty full. My sister and I got up and made scones for my mom for Mother's Day. Bacon/Maple and Maple/Currant. Yummy. Best mom ever! Although I think most people say that about their moms.
Then I had my first motorcycle lesson! I don't wanna sound like I'm bragging, but between my dad and my new found (very patient) teacher, I think I'm gonna have no problem figuring this thing out!
Sunday afternoon my grandma came over for dinner. So we barbecued fish, and it was really nice to spend the afternoon sitting outside on our back deck.
I cleaned my room, and washed all my sheets, and I was so content and exhausted by the time I crawled into my nice fresh smelling bed, I slept like a log. It was fantastic. That was a long one.. thanks for reading. Ha!
Monday 4 May 2015
Cleanup
So I've had a tough week and a half or so. This is going to sound like such a silly post. But here's the truth.
I got really depressed after we cleaned up Rotary Park. Yeah, I know that's like the opposite of what's supposed to happen. I started off like yeah, we're gonna clean up the park and make a difference, and I left thinking, if this is just the small amount of litter that people don't throw in the bin, imagine the amount of waste we're making on a regular basis.
I already think about this daily. Every time I'm shopping I think about the packaging of the things I'm buying. I stopped (mostly) buying any sort of processed foods for this reason, when I was living in China. While I was there, I wrote a blog about how I wasn't sure that putting garbage in the landfill was a better idea than just throwing it out the door. At least then you're forced to look at and deal with your garbage. Their gardens are full of plastic bags, and their rivers and streams have trash everywhere. It's really sad to see.
When we were in Alabama we met Julia Butterfly Hill, and she reminded me of myself. Not because I've ever done anything as epic as living in a tree for two years, but because she was very honest about how she has to deal with her own cynicism when she looks at all the poor decisions we make as a culture, and the repercussions of those decisions. And how it seems like we haven't learned anything from the mistakes that we've made over, and over again.
I had a conversation with one of my coworkers that brought me literally to tears. He just repeatedly stated that the choices that one person makes, doesn't make any difference in the scheme of things. Accused me of being sentimental, and it broke me up a little. He's only 10 years older than I am. Why does he feel that way? Do the things I do really make a difference or do I just tell myself that they do so I'm not constantly depressed about it. I try to see the small changes, the choices that people make daily that make even a little bit of difference. Am I sentimental like he says? Or is he the one that's totally cynical?
Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to be surrounded by the people I have in my life.
I got really depressed after we cleaned up Rotary Park. Yeah, I know that's like the opposite of what's supposed to happen. I started off like yeah, we're gonna clean up the park and make a difference, and I left thinking, if this is just the small amount of litter that people don't throw in the bin, imagine the amount of waste we're making on a regular basis.
I already think about this daily. Every time I'm shopping I think about the packaging of the things I'm buying. I stopped (mostly) buying any sort of processed foods for this reason, when I was living in China. While I was there, I wrote a blog about how I wasn't sure that putting garbage in the landfill was a better idea than just throwing it out the door. At least then you're forced to look at and deal with your garbage. Their gardens are full of plastic bags, and their rivers and streams have trash everywhere. It's really sad to see.
When we were in Alabama we met Julia Butterfly Hill, and she reminded me of myself. Not because I've ever done anything as epic as living in a tree for two years, but because she was very honest about how she has to deal with her own cynicism when she looks at all the poor decisions we make as a culture, and the repercussions of those decisions. And how it seems like we haven't learned anything from the mistakes that we've made over, and over again.
I had a conversation with one of my coworkers that brought me literally to tears. He just repeatedly stated that the choices that one person makes, doesn't make any difference in the scheme of things. Accused me of being sentimental, and it broke me up a little. He's only 10 years older than I am. Why does he feel that way? Do the things I do really make a difference or do I just tell myself that they do so I'm not constantly depressed about it. I try to see the small changes, the choices that people make daily that make even a little bit of difference. Am I sentimental like he says? Or is he the one that's totally cynical?
Sometimes I forget how lucky I am to be surrounded by the people I have in my life.
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