Thursday, August 16, 2018

Road Trip

On Thursday afternoon I checked to see if I had enough Air Miles for a night in Whistler. Turns out I could stay at the Hilton. So on Friday after work, I packed up, then drove the Sea to Sky Highway with my thoughts keeping me company.

It really is a lovely drive.

After I'd booked in, I changed then went for a walk through the Village. I was the oldest person out and about at 11 pm. The square was filled with young men in groups, talking, and young girls in groups, trying to get their attention. So. Many. Hormones.

After an amazing 10 hour sleep, I did my hair. Like, I really made an effort. All by myself. I haven't had it cut/styled/coloured in months. So I'm really out of my depth.


How about a nice fake smile to show you my fake teeth?


(This took 150 takes. Ugh. I don't even look like this.)

I had to check out at 11; the hotel was sold out and Saturday was going to be mega busy. So I left my overnight bag with the bag boy and went for a walk.

It rained.

It has been sunny for 46 days straight. And on this day, at this time, it started raining. I did not have an umbrella. WHAT A WASTED MORNING, curling my hair. It lasted 6 minutes. Both my curls and the rain shower.

The village tho? Is so lovely:
































































































































Know what? There are A MILLION Pokestops in Whistler. AND SO MANY BENCHES to sit on whilst you catch 'em. It was Pokemon heaven. For real.



























The village was crazy colourful.








































And then I realized why there were SO many young men in town:



























So I walked towards the noise...
















































































































































































I watched them race to the bottom and do flips n tricks for half an hour so very thankful that someone I love wasn't on a bike at that moment.

There are times when I'm glad my kids are gamers.

At 1, I retrieved my overnight suitcase and drove 30 minutes up the road, past Pemberton to the North Arm Farm where Terry's boy was marrying his girl.

Oh.
My.
Goodness.

WHAT A SETTING.

I took 894 photos.
I couldn't help myself.

(If you're my Facebook friend, you skip this part. I've already posted these pics there.)













































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































While all this dancing was taking place?
IT WAS POURING.
And there was thunder.

A wildly romantic background score.
Truly.

But I had a three hour drive home, so once the real party started to happen,



























I schlepped through the muddy field to my truck and started my drive home. With a truck that suddenly had a burnt our headlight on the driver side. On roads that had been recently paved, BUT HAD NO LINES.

So.
Torrential rain.
Limited visibility.
No street lights.
Mountain highway that went up and down and round and round.

I white knuckled it the whole way home.

A completely different drive than the one just 24 hours previous.

Three things I'm thankful for:

1. People still fall in love.
2. People still get married. And commit to being faithful.
3. Old rock n roll songs. The 70's were a good decade.

Thursday, August 9, 2018

Surfin' the Net


The internet is just so awesome.


And I'm just so emotional.

This had me tear up; it's the story of the mama whale, who's baby died, minutes after giving birth, who is keeping her calf above water by balancing her on the tip of her nose. Which is exhausting, as that calf is probably about 400 pounds. But this is how heavy grief is.

It's been over two weeks. Her pod is helping her carry that burden by sharing the grief. They are taking turns holding the calf so the mom can rest.

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Oh that I might be like that squad and take my turn holding someone's grief.

News story is here.


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Was chatting with a friend today who is struggling with disappointment and rejection. Along with that, of course, comes feelings of fear. And inadequacy.
At one point she said, "And then, there's that voice that SCREAMS at me that I'm not good enough."

That voice, of course, is the one in her head.
I suggested she not listen to that voice.
It is lying to her.
Think of other things.
Think of good things.
Happy things.
Things that make her smile.
Think of things that ARE TRUE.
Think of things that are BEAUTIFUL.
And then I shared with her some of the art I have on my phone, on my computer, on my digital photo frame that sits on my desk at work:








































































































































































































This verse used to bug me.
I wanted to know what all the good, lovely, excellent, praiseworthy things actually WERE.

And then, I realized, this was just a good mental health verse. It is a gentler way of your therapist telling you to STOP THINKING ABOUT THE THINGS THAT DRIVE YOU CRAZY, MAKE YOU ANGRY, FILL YOU WITH FEAR. STOP PLAYING THAT OLD RECORD OVER AND OVER AGAIN... DON'T REVISIT THAT CONVERSATION WHERE HE SAID THAT. DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT TIME SHE DID THAT HURTFUL THING. STOP REMEMBERING THE DETAILS OF THAT TERRIBLE FIGHT.

Just stop all the negative thoughts.

Instead, think of things that are good. (Like the way it feels to hold a two year old's hand.) And lovely. (Like the way the sun makes everything golden just before it sets.) And true. (There are people who love you. And there are people who are in awe of all that you do. And there are people who'd love to hang out with you.) And lovely. (Like the smiles Harry and Meghan had for each other on their wedding day. Your smile. Your kids' smiles.) And excellent. (The way Vince Gill harmonizes with the Eagles.) And noble. (The way your grandpa prays at family meals.) And worthy of praise. (The way you can cook a meal, empty the dishwasher, set the table, and do a load of laundry ALL AT THE SAME TIME...)

Think of good things.
Think of good people.
Think of ways to say thank you.
Think of ways to show appreciation.

Think of things you are thankful for.

Lift that needle off that groove on your record and drop it on a new song.
Force yourself to think new thoughts.

You're a smart cookie. You can do this.
xo


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I had a pedi tonight after work. (Attending another wedding this weekend. If I can't have a flat stomach, at least I'll have pink toes.



While she was using sandpaper to file down my heels, she said, "Wow, feet like the hide of a rhino, eh? Sure can tell you're barefoot most of the time. Bet they don't bleed when you step on glass ..."

Sigh.
And this:



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An acquaintance of mine is off on an adventure.
She's on her own, living out of her Honda car for the summer, on the roadtrip of a lifetime.

She drove up to the Arctic Ocean and slept on the edge of the Beauford Sea.



She's got a blog, Diane Has Adventures. You should read it.

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How many of these did you know?

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Three things I'm thankful for:

1. My mom's deck;







































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2. Airmiles.


3. Drewbs.
It's his birthday today.
Love him x 1000