How is it Monday already? I’m convinced time goes by faster when you get an extra day off work. I love weekends for two simple reasons: sweatpants and messy hair. I love waking up early, throwing on my sweatpants (or staying in my pjs) and basking in the fact that I can be comfy and cozy all the live-long day. I spent this long weekend enjoying an extra day in my sweats, surrounded by my family, my boyfriend, books, and my notebook (all of my favourite things).
I don’t know if you’re aware of this but I am a total homebody. I go through phases where I want nothing more than to stay out of my house all weekend, then the next week I’ll be curled up on the couch with a book for two days straight. This weekend I tried my best to find a balance. I spent a lot of time at home with my family or with my book and also made time to hang out with the boyfriend’s family (and a really tall glass of sangria — thanks for that Rita!). Is it odd that sometimes I forget how much I love being around people? How much I enjoy having conversations with people? Gosh that sounds ridiculous.
I get stuck in this routine of being alone and it’s hard to get out of it, but I’m trying. It helps to surround myself with people who love me, with people who enjoy my company, with people who get me into a fit of giggles, with people I can just be myself around. The kind of people who can pull me out of my own head – I live a lot in my own thoughts and it’s exhausting.
But enough with this word “exhausting”, enough with the phrase “I’m exhausted”. I say that all too often and it’s starting to get on my nerves. I’m way too young to be tired all of the time and it’s a lame excuse made by someone who is too lazy and too uptight to enjoy her life. Quite silly, isn’t it?
Looks like I’ve got some work to do, some people to see, and a life to LIVE.
I’ve had a book in my hand since before I can remember. I’ve read many books and all of them have had some small impact on my life, on the person I’ve become. Funnily enough I haven’t acknowledged the person behind the words, behind the book. I always thought my gratitude could be found in the flip of the last page of their novel. I always thought that was enough. I never made a point to obsess over an author and I learned very early on in my English degree that you should never associate an author with a character or belief in their book (or even as the narrator for that matter). So in order to save myself from putting the author’s face to any character I forgot about them altogether — I rarely looked at an author photo or read their biography. It’s funny to me because as an aspiring novelist/author I know that I would want my readers to know who I am, or at very least acknowledge that there is someone (actually many people) behind the book they’re holding in their hands.
Interning at Random House of Canada has changed all of that. I now realize how many people are involved in getting a book out there. I now know how important publicity, online marketing, and media are in getting a novel onto a bestseller list. I understand the importance in having an editor who believes in you and who can guide your writing into the right direction. I’ve seen how many interviews one author can do in a day, I’ve been there when they are shuffled from store-to-store to sign stock, I’ve been to their launches and felt extremely honoured to be there. Now that I’ve spoken to a few authors of books I’ve actually read, I see how important it is to know these faces, to see these people, to support these people, to watch their interviews, to follow them on twitter — their book, their words, have made a difference in my life.
Their masterpiece is my inspiration.
Their work is my play, my pleasure, and my escape.
And for that I say thank you to every author of every single book I’ve ever read.
Chic Darling shared this video on Twitter the other day, I thought it was not only worth sharing but worth writing my own adaptation of it.
I want a man who speaks
A man who can hold a conversation no matter the speed
A man whose voice never deters
No matter the subject, phobia, or fears.
I want a man who can look me in the eye
and command the conversation once in while
A man who’s well-lived and well-versed in modern affairs
who knows facts, people, and worldly cares.
A man that I can learn from and who doesn’t mind being taught
A man I can fight with — right or wrong
A man who loves a challenge, no matter what it be
A man who can make my heart race from the pressure of his palm upon my knee.
A man whose strength, enthusiasm, and desire
matches my own
thank goodness, this man, I already know.
“Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your inner voice.” — Steve Jobs
As if finding my voice wasn’t tough enough, I let myself become bombarded by the opinions and thoughts of others. Sometimes their voices overpower my own — an engine roars to life when I start to speak. I guess it helps that my inner voice keeps me going; the pen hitting paper, skating along in unison with my thoughts. It’s that voice that reminds me of my goals, it keeps me on my path, it tells me that it’s okay to be the single blue rose in a sea of red.
It’s my inner voice that allows me to NOT get side-tracked by other people’s goals or opinions. I live a lot inside my own head, my inner voice just doesn’t shut up (that’s why I’m always writing). But this voice isn’t lonesome or sad or weak. It is strong and confident and powerful.
My outer voice is still trying to catch up to my inner voice, to my writing.
All in good time.
Those who love you, will challenge you.
They will accept you and inspire you.
They will call you out on your shit.
Those who love you will tell you to start writing another book.
They will tell you to keep writing, to keep trying.
They will make sure that you don’t become lazy.
Those who love you will BELIEVE in you and will help you believe in yourself.
They will never give up on you.
They will give you tough love because they know you can be better.
Those who love you will help you, guide you.
They will let you fall and pick you up.
And in return, they
expect deserve the same from you.
Ever heard of seatbeltbags? Neither had I until Mama got her hands on this beauty…
Harvey’s Original Seatbeltbags started up in 1997 when Mr. & Mrs. Harvey were installing seatbelts into their 1950 Buick and decided to make the Mrs. a matching bag. Apparently everyone loved them and wanted their very own. Now my question to you, are these bags going to be the next big thing to make their mark in Canada? Do you know anyone who has one? Do YOU like them?
I’ve taken a look at their collection and after seeing my Mom’s bag (the 15th Anniversary Little Messenger) I think I’m starting to like them. They seem pretty durable and easy to clean! When my Mom first mentioned the seatbeltbag I thought that sounds disgustingly tacky but I was wrong (another reason to add being more open-minded to my New Year’s Resolutions).
My favourite bags include the Marilyn Fold Over Tote and the Arm Candy Clutch Lola Glitz.
So, has this little post got you thinking about what ELSE we can make bags out of?
Or has it got you itching to get your own?
Lemme know, yo’
(Omg did I just type ‘yo’?)
Yesterday (if you read my blog post) you’ll know that I called in
sick emo. I did, however, end up smiling the day away at work – I literally have the best co-workers you could ask for. Most of them are younger than me (okay all of them are) but I love being the Old Mother Goose of the group.
In spite of my migraine, sore body, and anxiety, I had a great day. I went home, had a heart-to-heart with the parents about life and the decisions I need to make, read a few pages of Mindy Kaling’s Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (review will be up in a week), and then fell asleep reading some inspirational quotes on Pinterest.
I love what Beyoncé is saying here and I think it’s important for me to stop complaining and start asking myself the same question: WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?! I need to learn how to motivate myself – give myself a swift kick in the booty(licious). I’ve also decided to allot only ONE blog post a month to feeling sorry for myself – hopefully there will be months where I’ll skip it altogether.
Today I feel
good awesome and I hope you do too.
No really, I just fell off of the chair in my kitchen and I scared the crap out of my dog. He jumped and tried to run away but he slid all over the floor. He gave me a dirty look and walked away. Sitting there, with my boney bum on the floor, I couldn’t help but laugh and laugh some more. My laughter intensified and I did my famous so-ugly-it’s-kinda-cute snort.
Laughter is truly the best medicine.
Hope you have a Monday filled with laughter.
I often find myself wondering how it’s possible that no one is happy (okay that’s an overgeneralization but still). I also wonder why love doesn’t last anymore, why our lives are so fragmented. Have we all become so selfish that we can’t fathom loving someone wholeheartedly? That we can’t do things for them, be there for them, put them before us?
Is there a right kind of selfishness?
An elderly couple walks by my work every evening, hand in hand, sometimes they smile at each other. In the fleeting moment that they stroll in and out of sight, from my spot at the drive thru window, my faith is restored.
#SorryNotSorry for being a hopeless romantic, for loving love, and for believing in a lasting relationship.
Today I went for a mani/pedi at Spa Nails with my cousin.
This is my cousin
Yesterday I went to my sister’s house for dinner. She made chicken-pot-pie and we watched Happy Feet Two. We cried and then we laughed at each other for crying during Erik’s song. <3
This is my sister – DUH!
I find it incredible that after all this time they still like to hang out with me (not all families get along after all). I leave for Chicago tomorrow so it was amazing to see them before I left and to have a few laughs (okay more than a few ).
OH ya, I’m going to the windy city until Sunday with a few of my favourite people! We’re staying right downtown and I’m super excited to check out our hotel – I love staying in hotels. I’m looking forward to the Navy Pier, the Shedd Aquarium, and just exploring the city. I wonder what kind of vibe this city gives off. I wonder if I’ll like it as much as I liked New York. Hmm, I’m sure I’ll have all the answers once I get back.
I WILL be posting while I’m there though, I have the S.T.E.L.L.A.A. blog tour after all. My stop is on Sunday, so I’ll have to post before I leave Chicago!
Until then, I bid you adieu!
… I’ll try not to blow away while I’m there
The inspiration behind the post…