Crafted on Ossington 5:50EST The War of Art By Stephen Pressfield There’s no one else after us. This is it. Mona always got dramatic when they talked about their dad’s upcoming nuptials. It was up to them to lift the curse. And make no mistake the curse was real. Nana Blake was very clear on this. The women in the family had to be in a committed relationship with the father of their children or Read more…
Unprecedented second post. On a Monday no less. But I had to do something to shake off the glum feeling from the Monday Manifestos. Note to self, just because it’s a challenge doesn’t mean it can’t be fun. So here’s what I find fun, writing. It’s difficult and often challenging but definitely also fun. A friend of mine has found a way to keep the challenge of daily writing fun – keep it short and Read more…
I went to the store as usual making my best effort to read the labels and make conscious choices. Then I started sleuthing. Many clicks later and this is what I confirmed. Conscious consumption takes diligence. Lots of it. Here are some of the fruits of my labor: Loblaws doesn’t want me to have the freedom to make healthy choices. If they won’t play fair I guess I’ll have to take my marbles and play with Read more…
“I start at 6:00. Sharp.” She said., “Life happens, I get it, but if you’re chronically late you have to look at that.” There were ten of us in the room but I was pretty convinced she was talking to me. It was 6:10 when I squeezed through the door, breathless and harried. How did that happen? I had left plenty of time to get to the class. Too much time, enough time to squeeze Read more…
If you knew a kid who voluntarily gave her lunch money to the school bully every day for some cheese food and corn syrup, would you say something? The majority of us are that little kid getting taken advantage of every time we go to the grocery store. I thought I’d gotten pretty savvy about maneuvering my way past the bullies. I would never make eye contact, the equivalent of tasting their free samples. I’d Read more…
“The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody’d move. You could go there a hundred thousand times.. Nobody’d be different. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you’d be so much older or anything. It wouldn’t be that, exactly. You’d just be different, that’s all.” ~ J.D. Salinger I had a spasm of nostalgia recently and reread The Catcher in the Rye. Read more…
I’m going through the fridge looking for something to eat for lunch. Why is there a bag of cranberries in the crisper? It’s March, have they been there since Christmas? I’m also eating a handful of Organic Kettle Corn, which is dumb because it will ruin my appetite, but someone left it out on the counter. At least it’s smarter than the Smartfood I succumbed to on the weekend. I’m not 100% sure but because it’s not Read more…
What procrastination looks like today. today today today I walked the dog, because it was a good thing to do. And a selfless act too because the snowstorm had just started. Well, mostly selfless since I did have to pick up a book at the library. But I didn’t have to loop up and around the long way to get there, with snow blowing into my face, and dispose of two bags of poop en Read more…