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i've been checking once a week or so since the end of my contest with nelson. i guess everyone's asked me everything they're curious about.
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asked by jgrrl
eesh. this is where i admit i have no goals, i guess.
my motivation is to make it through to bedtime.
i get up, i go to work, i come home, i clean something, i watch some tv and then i go to bed. that's really about it. and it's something i've been struggling with lately. i'm trying to decide what i can do to add more meaning to my life, but i just don't know what it should be.
i could start going to the gym. i could try to find somewhere to volunteer what spare time i have. i could read more. i could go back to school part-time. i could practice any of the many hobbies i have dabbled in. i could try and make a go of an online business. i could spend more time with people. i could get a pet. i could learn to bake bread. i could re-learn how to uni-task.
there are almost too many options. i get a little paralyzed by them all. -
i have never, ever been able to answer this question. you see, i'm a hardcore candy cruncher. if it's in my mouth, it's bound to get chewed eventually (oh shush, potty-brains).
growing up with those silly owl tootsie pop commercials, i tried. so very hard, i tried, but never managed to get through one without crunching.
le sigh. i guess it's just one of those mysteries of the universe of which i'll die unknowing. -
that's easy: pizza.
why pizza? because it is infinitely customizable. one day, it's carnivore heaven; the next, it's a vegan's delight. it can be light or heavy; a main course or even a dessert. anything can go on a round, flat bread! even salad! mm, salad pizza.
yeah, if i can only eat one thing, it'd have to be pizza. -
i often feel guilty for wasting time. i procrastinate a lot. i'll spend two hours splayed out on the couch watching stuff on the tivo instead of doing housework or i'll zone out while surfing the internet, suddenly realizing it's 10pm and i still haven't done the dishes and i'm late to bed.
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it is still a beach if there's no sand? my favourite water-side place is Brickyard Bay in Nanoose Bay. i don't actually know if that's its real name, but that's what i've always called it, so it'll have to do.
it was, as its name implies, once the site of a brick factory. now, it's a quiet parkish area in the residential development near a golf course. it's rocky and covered in buried bricks (hence the name) and scraggly, wind-bent arbutus trees. if you climb out the rocky mound you can see across the water to a lighthouse i don't know the name of (but i bet my friend Jim does) while you're buffetted by the constant wind.
it's rough and raw and it's one of my very favourite places in the world. -
seeing as i've only been as far east as Thunder Bay and as far north as Edmonton, i can't say with authority that i don't want to live anywhere else in Canada, but i can say that i don't want to live anywhere else i've been to in Canada.
i consider myself wholly spoiled to have been lucky enough to be born and raised in North Vancouver. i've been to a few differing places over the continent in my life, but none of them have the elements my heart demands in a place i call home: mountains, trees, water and open air. i felt suffocated in the rolling hills of southern Ohio. i missed the tall, strong trees in northwest Ontario. i felt depressed in the brown winter scrub of Tennessee. i missed the mountains in Massachusetts. i have yet to find a place with all the requirements for me to feel at ease with the environment.
i've been told that New Zealand has a geography and climate very similar to BC. while i haven't yet experienced it, i have been known to say that it is the only other place on earth i'd like to live, just on that recommendation alone. -
willow. and a little bit of zander, when i'm doubting my hot witchiness. or maybe kaylee -- i do like to fix things; i just don't clean up quite as nice as she does. could even be a little bit of wash with the scared shitless but still keeping the ship in the air-ness of him.
huh, this one's tricky. i may have to think on it a bit. anyone know if i can edit these answers post-posting? -
scary as fuck.
actually, the moment i thought i was going to die, i kind of went into this strange, determined "this is what is going on and this is what i need to do about it" mode i didn't know i was capable of. i imagine it's like when emergency responders get to a horiffic accident scene and they have to shut out all the emotions of the moment to let their logical mind take over to get what needs doing done.
it wasn't until i was home from hospital a week later that i finally let myself freak out and own that i did, indeed, come very close to dying. had i not been where i was when the clot zoomed into my lung; had it not stopped where it did; had i not recognized what was going on and been able to advocate for myself with the medical personnel who were treating me; it all could have ended very differently.
since, it's been kind of hard. i feel like i should be doing more with this second chance i've been given. the funny thing with that is, my life hasn't changed. i still need to go to work to pay my bills. i still have relationships in my life which challenge me. i still have my struggles with weight and finances and personal growth. my car still sucks. nothing other than me has changed and once the shock and anxiety and the post-traumatic stress have faded away, it's really easy to just let yourself get sucked back into the routine of daily existence.
i'm still struggling with that.
i don't want to waste this. i feel like i should be doing something to honour my new life. i just haven't yet discovered what and how to do just that.
although, i will say, my answer about a happy life? i wouldn't have been able to write that before september 7, 2009. -
my greatest regret is not living up to my potential.
my greatest regret in ten years will probably be not learning from my past mistakes and repeating unhealthy behaviours. -
firstly, thank you very much! i tend to downplay the uniqueness of my voice; but, i have gotten many positive comments on it, especially since starting to publish on the web (read: blog) almost ten years ago. *ohmygodkillmenow*
as to book-writing: HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
seriously, though, what the hell would i write about? my life isn't all that interesting and, thusly, the whole "write what you know" edict is thrown out the window as i so little experience outside my small existence. don't get me wrong, i've tried writing fiction multiple times in my life. i have many, many first chapters scattered about my past. alas, i'm not so good with the whole crazy plot-making stuff. i come up with a scene, write it out, then it kind of fizzles out to rot in a forgotten directory on a hard drive which one day grinds to a smoky halt to be lost forever (note to self: back up when you get home).
i used to want to write a book entitled "life, love and instantfakemashedpotatoes". it was going to be a he-said/she-said love story about two people who meet and fall in love on an internet chat site. AND IT WASN'T AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL AT ALL! ahem. sorry. *blush*
of course, that's just about the time that "You've Got Mail" came out and totally stole my idea. bastards. i shoulda sued.
so, yeah. it's not that i haven't thought about writing a book, nor is it that i haven't tried to write a book. i guess i haven't yet found the right book to write. whenever the idea is right, that's when the words flow. -
oh, that's always fun. we'll start with my historical favourites:
- "hey! my dog has two different coloured eyes!"
- "uh, did you stick a pencil in your eye?"
- "so, um, is everything you see out of that eye brown?"
of course, my new favourite would be when i met Nathan Fillion in a bookstore and, while he looked deep into my eyes while shaking my hand, he said "you have amazing eyes." *dreamy sigh*
if someone also has a spot of colour in their iris, they will be quick to point it out, even if it truly is a speck and i can't see it to save my life. i'm looking at you Purolator courier guy circa 1994!
interestingly, i've known people for YEARS before they've noticed and asked, aghast, "what happened to your eye?!", while i get a lot of comments about it from cashiers whose interactions with me last no more than 65 seconds. eye contact is an important part of customer service, you know.
once, an ex wanted to lick it. yeah, he was weird. in SO MANY ways.
of course, seeing as i see out of that eye, i often forget that it's freakishly-coloured and find myself a little startled when someone says something about it for the first time. you'd think having such a crazy, satanic mark would be hard to forget. -
i don't profess to know the secret to a happy life, but i do believe that the secret to being happy with yourself is to stop caring what other people think. as i've gotten older and lived a little more, i look back at my anxious and unhappy teens and twenties with a lot of regret. i spent so much time trying to impress everyone else because i didn't know how to be me. just me. as i am.
let it go. all of it. that little thing which sent you into a spiral of rage, frustration and stress? not so important in the big scheme of things. someone didn't invite you to a party? then it's their loss, because you're probably way better company than they know. drop your brand new iphone in the toilet? well, that's what insurance is for. whatever it is, it probably isn't the end of the world seeing as the world still seems to be here after all this time.
find something every day to wonder about. not just think or ponder, wonder. be amazed. be fascinated. find the joy in it and just... wonder!
get enough sleep. do everything in your power to give yourself the best night's rest you can muster. without good sleep, all the rest of your life will crumble because your mind and body haven't been able to do its work to keep you healthy and whole.
love and let yourself be loved. i don't mean just romantically, either. surround yourself with the people you care about. love them for who they are, even when you recognize their flaws and issues. let them love you, each in their own way. everyone has a different way of showing they care, learn and accept how each person in your life shows their love for you and accept it. don't try to force them to change their ways to suit your expectations.
do the things which bring you joy. everyone has something that they can do which makes them happy. one of my things is having a clean and tidy home. for someone else, it might be going running or seeing a new movie or buying a new pair of shoes or eating a fabulous meal. whatever it is, do it.
believe that you deserve to be happy. all of the tips and instructions and stuff and people and jobs in the world won't bring you a happy life if you don't believe you deserve it. manifest destiny, baby. if you think you only deserve bad things, that's what you'll bring to yourself. trust that you're a good person and you have the right to be joyous. -
beer: granville island winter ale
mixed drink: spicy caesar
wine: ice wine or a nice, sweet sparkling white. -
yes. but only if they all come to north van to collect. ;)
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funny, i was just thinking about this question this very morning.
i will probably never leave my place of employment.
it's a nice, mostly stable business with lots of benefits, both monetary and otherwise. not to mention, i have twelve years of seniority in my back pocket. that's not something you can turn your nose up at when you're pushing forty, like i am. *ohgodkillmenow*
that being said, i am getting ready to leave my current position.
i've been here for almost six years and that's about when i start getting itchy to try something new. alas, this is hampered by lots of budget cuts and a low turnover in the administrative departments. plus, having twelve years of history here means i know all the personalities and problems in each different area and that makes me way more picky as to which job i'd apply for if it were to become vacant.
there are other positions in the company which come open much more frequently, but they involve the outdoors and the public, and i'm not really keen on the idea of spending my forties and fifties outside in the elements avoiding bodily fluids, huddling in a corner waiting for retirement.
then again, after i become debt-free and have finally amassed a sizeable emergency fund, you never know! i might just throw off these shackles and become my own boss! i have no idea what i'd do, but sometimes i like the idea of working in my underpants at something *i* choose to do, not something someone else thinks is important. -
i think i make a killer chicken fried rice and a pretty decent creme brulee.
i fail at cooking bacon (it's always either too chewy or too crispy) - thank god that even bad bacon is good - and any baking involving kneading or rolling out is off the table, literally. -
i'm fond of the deadly pretty story, or the one about wanting to make out i used in a previous answer. then there's the one about how, when my parents brought me home from the hospital and introduced me to the dog for the first time, he just quaked in fear. of course, lately, all my stories have been about near-death-by-embolism & the resulting medical experiences.
hm... this is really tough. seeing as i don't really think i'm all that interesting, i guess i don't consider myself much of a story-teller. -
space is big.
as an example, if i can go months or years without running into people i know in town in which i, and they, have resided for the majority of our lives, with a common history and life experiences, we shouldn't be surprised that just "happening" upon individuals from another inhabited planet in our vast galaxy (let alone universe) is unlikely, if not impossible.
there's a lot of randomness involved. if neither our nor their scientists/astrologers aren't looking at the right spot at the right instant, we could miss the beacon calling us over for tea. -
yes.
i could elaborate, but it seems that's verboten.
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heather
North Vancouver, BC
