Irritated

This level of irritation is beyond more than I wish to comprehend right now.

I blame it on the heat and an unwanted guest at the house. And my lack of understanding of the present world.

Sigh.  Kahlua in the works for tonight.

Another sigh because I ran and now Im going to drink that effort away but at least it will ease ny irritation with unwanted house guest.

Good god I need more friends in this town.

https://youtu.be/2DPL6UV71-Y

An Aurora mid June

Am I back in Iceland??.

Apprciate the Little Things-Now

The world lost an incredible person yesterday and with that I have come to reflect:.

And then it hit me- hard.

I'm afraid.

I'm afraid tomorrow I may not get the chance to tell you how I feel. That yesterday I didn't appreciate you as I should. That I didn't forgive and just LET GO. I don't want to miss those opportunities to laugh uncontrollably, without inhibition. I don't want to miss one second of happiness because I was too occupied to experience it- not a second. All that crap about finding sequestered happiness is just that- bullshit- because "happiness is only real when shared".

I refuse to waste time in my head thinking and placing weight upon the inconsequential things that have come and passed: Because after they leave and the opportunity has gone- that's exactly what they are- insignificant "what if's".

With that said-I don't want to strike out on opportunities because of the fear I may allocate to it.
I don't want to regret....anything.Our lives are far to significant to live in dissatisfaction and remorse based on the things that we simply have no control .

Things happen- Good things. Horrible things. Amazing things. Too often these conditions are presented when you least expect them. When you think you're not ready.

When I reflect on what life has presented already I need to nod and just smile knowing I didn't miss out. That I experienced all I could. Embraced every moment for what is was, that I tried my best and loved with the fullest potential and LIVED to the overflowing possibilities that are and were presented.

Lets face it- there is an unequivocal truth- linear time is a hoax. It's a fraud. You think it's there and in a blink- it's gone. There is an absoluteness and authenticity in all of this-we must take our existence and experience every second for what we can grasp onto. So with that... I simply refuse to be fearful any longer.

A void to fill

I wish I knew WHAT that void was.

Capital of Happiness

Hello People of the Internet (Family, Friends and Acquaintances)!!!! 
You may have noticed an invite recently to join a movement called "Capital of Happiness". Please take a moment if you would to read a bit on this below as I firmly believe it could make an impact into each of your amazing lives.
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Capital of Happiness- What is it exactly?

Well- it's the focus on GOOD NEWS in our world. It's about prompting individuals to share and extend the positive moments in their walks of life- however grand or slight they may be- with the rest of the universe. Imagine if by sharing your experience alone if you could have the power to generate a wave of wonderment, elation, glee, optimism, optimism, nostalgia- the list goes on- into others. Imagine the eruption of alacrity we could create with this sort of circulation?!?

How I fell upon C of H -well- It has been almost a year since I was sitting in my Cafe in Reykjavik eavesdropping on a Dutchman pitching his movement - Capital of Happiness- to the local newspaper. I was truly only half listening until he pulled out his pink poster and then I stopped dead in my tea- drinking state.

I had just snapped a photograph 4 hours earlier of the ever inspiring poster that was plastered on some object on the street and remembered thinking.... what a fantastic nudge of positivism. I remember from that moment how my thought process went from simply existing to a feeling of luster and glee. Sounds ridiculous perhaps but that moment changed my day completely and now is a fond memory!

I then contacted Esli- the man in the coffee house and found of C of H and thanked him for his efforts in Reykjavik and informed him they didn't go unnoticed. Fast forward 7 months later-Valentines Day-and Emma and I are spreading the C of H love with "I love you" posters and I am making more positive memories in not only my life but others as well.

Now- I would love to see this movement in Canada. I would love for others to experience the power of what can happen when we focus on the wonderful and marvelous things that life has to offer- no matter how small that may be.

Watch the videos. Be inspired. Share the moments of all the good in your world with the rest.

Clarity

Honesty is best. Well- at least for me I find it is

I should probably disclose that I have a past.........

****screaching tires********

Everyone does!!!!!!

 The thing is: I'm human. I'm in no way, shape or form near perfect. Damaged even. Yes. I use damaged because WE ALL ARE. At some point we treck through life on the wrong trail at times. We trip over branches and have to crawl our way out. We get stuck in a ditch and sometimes we have to make a call for help. We get cuts and bruises along the way and call it life experience. Sometimes- we are on a road and notice a bend that leads to some place where we don't want to go so we stop and simply drive over the meridian to the other side.

This is how we learn, this is how we develop and this is how we (if we are smart) grasp onto character and realize laughing about the silly things you've  done is the best way to deal.

I've learned a long long time ago to never judge people for their roads traveled because for one you don't know their story and the second part is you may never know what led them down that path in the first place (ever had a GPS lead you into on coming traffic or into a wrong parking lot?).

Yesterday- I did that. I placed judgment. The weird part- It was I who judged myself...Harshly. I was wrong to allow this to even occur. I felt beaten down by this moment of truth I had with someone and I allowed myself to feel guilty for something that I shouldn't feel an ounce of guilt about. It clinged on all night and well into the morning until I finally experienced the 'uh huh!' moment kicking me in the ass...

Blink.

I walked by the bookshelf at the local bookstore about a year ago. I was stopped dead in my tracks by a book named "blink" by Malcolm Gladwell.

"the power of thinking without thinking"

I didn't even read the backside cover. I picked it up and for once- bought it. I've always hesitant to buy products if they are not researched or "economically priced"(frugal me). This literally jumped into my hands.

It sat on my shelf for a while. I started the first chapter and then it got placed on the sidelines as I was busy moving about and settling into life in Iceland. Fast forward a year- I am standing in the bedroom packing up my Iceland adventure and I find it on my bookshelf- GAWKING- in distaste I might add. How dare I forget this magical little publication. I put it in my carry-on due to the guilt creeping in. I really should read this as I did spend more than $4 on it. Sigh. OK. Promise made.

This morning I am searching for the book (it has shuffled to almost every flat surface in the house). Remember my inability to stay on a single task for more than 10 seconds- 15 if its a good day and that is why I STILL remained in a failed state when it came to surpassing the point of the first chapter. I have formulated an idea that if I submerge myself into the tub with have a gallon of coffee then breaking past chapter one will indeed occur. I mean- how much diversion can one experience in the tub... ... ... ... sigh.. ... ... ...ok ... ok...So upon actually dipping in I recognized forthwith that I would have to pack up the razors, loofah, bubbles, soaps, shower and anything else within reach so the task at hand would indeed be accomplished.

Ok- in I went. I recracked the seal and began my journey. Mr. Gladwell, please proceed with your findings towards my ever anxious mind.

I reread the first chapter- then the second. My jaw dropped. The third..... HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO GET CHILLS WHILE BATHING IN SCORCHING SOAKING CONDITIONS.

I was at the point where I had to stop and reflect. Jesus- I should have read this book a year ago. No, when I was 23. No- 18!!!!

*shakes head***

So what is 'blink' about?

Blink is about adaptive unconsciousness. Rebecca terms- making decisions based on the first instinct.

Gah!

So- in a round about manner- Chapter 2 discusses how a study was done by John Gottman (apparently a really smart man) who came up with a highly successful scientific study which predicted with a 95% accuracy rate whether a couple would be still married after 15 year. 95% PERCENT!!!!!

All he did- watched an interaction between husband and wife for an hour. That's it. 1 hour.  ONE!
My jaw dropped and puddles began to accumulate on the floor as I continued to read due to all the splashing about. The basis on this whole conclusion was individuals form "a distinctive signature that arises naturally and automatically. That is why a marriage can be read and decoded so easily, because some part of human activity".

I was amazed at how simple it was to predict divorce with such accuracy- well- simple if your name is John Grottman.

The next chapter discussed snap decisions. This I have experienced many, many times. Most of us have and when it happens it's a chilling moment at times. That instant when my hand went out without even a thought to catch a kid, The time when I knew a kid was in trouble from the time she presented to the judges before she even STARTS her routine and my gut said- STAND IN. Most of these snap decisions are made based on my career because that has been my concentration and expertise for over 20 years. I don't know why I react at time so quickly- but Gladwell spoke beautifully as to why my brain and body connected before I even had time to realize what was happening (perhaps this could come in handy with my driving.... ). He also goes on to illustrate that if we listen really close- our snap decisions happen far more frequently then we actually allow ourselves to experience or hear.

Thus far- my conclusion 3 chapters in- Gladwell is painting the path of the following:

Encounter + Immediate Unconscious Response= INTUITION

I then started recollecting and linking all this new info to my dating history.

The Double Decker Paramedic, the chef, the cowboy, - the list goes on. All of them. Looking back I remember times when I felt that small stab in the ribs going... "back off Rebecca... beware... something is off...."Looking back- I knew within seconds that something was erroneous. Yet- I brushed it off. Every time.
Of course- I hadn't a clue how to identify with this feeling and paid no heed to the indicators that were so blatantly dancing right in front of me. Even the physical factors that presented itself- the colds I got when I was married (I was always sick the last two years), the stomach aches leading into dates to the paramedic, the physical exhaustion in my last relationship. They were all indicators of my subconscious screaming at me to WAKE UP, SOMETHING ISN'T RIGHT!!!

Anyhow- that is the first take on the introductory portion of the book. I am curious too see how one doesn't go into a hyperactive state of unconscious awareness (now I may have just confused myself) while becoming acutely enlightened with this ability we apparently all are deep-rooted with.

A weird Day

It's been a weird day. 

I am in a weird mood.

I just want to run it out.

Ugh.

Despite weird mood  I thought I would list a few things that surfaced to keep myself occupied until I can run: 

#1- Today I was reminded why I love coaching so much

#2- Sometimes- you can't have all that you want at once- sometimes- it comes in portions. You just have to wait for those portions to come together. In addition- it can also come in different forms then what you were expecting it to be.

#3- Happiness will come with patients. 

#4- Life is measured in moments- make the most of them (I literally just heard that on a commercial from the television in the other room and had a uh huh moment)

#5- My children remind me everyday how blessed I truly am. 

#6- I made decision on where Ill be doing

Waiting....Oh The Things You Can Do!!!!

Ever been in that position where you rush and hurry only to have to sit and exercise the utmost patience (something perhaps you lack? ). Well, here's a few things you could do to alleviate your anxiety in regards to waiting.....

In no particular order.... here goes.....


Change all the radio stations to non English speaking ones. Start with the indian stations. Bollywood baby.

File a missing persons report for the person you're waiting for.

If in line ask the person behind you to hold your spot while you go pee. Dont go anywhere. After a minute turn to them and say 'thanks'.

Talk to your watch in 007 fashion. Describe the person in front of you and give your precise location. Demand back-up.

Research the latest WOD from any crossfit site and perform while you wait.

Two words. Twerking Riverdance!!!!

Take the paper cups from under the seats and make a castle. Or fortress. You pick.

If on an airplane- ask the stewards how many km has the plane done. Inquire about air bags. Ask the weight limit. Ask for the latest transport canada report. Start to hyperventilate when told that's not possible.

Invent a new way to wear your seatbelt. (Glitter? Rhinestones? Studs?)

Practice yoga in your seat. Naked.

Collect all the onboard magazines, hand them to the stewardist. Tell her it's propoganda.

Make a fort with your clothes.

Collect all the coupons in the console and make a map of your next shopping list.

With the items found under the seat construct a new air freshner.

Recline your seat. Pretend you're on the olympic luge.

Invent a new language. Use it through your entire trip.

Listen in a nosey fashion and involve yourself in the conversation next to you. Offer advice.  Suggest medication. Write out a prescriptions on a post-it.

Let your personalities out to play. Ray,Gus,Spencer and Dwight. Get them in a brawl.

In the car- write a love note to the mechanic. Confess your love. Sign it 'love , air filter'

Call MacDonalds. Ask if they deliver. Ask why they dont....complain to management.

Lick your elbows. No really. It's possible (seriously. ... you actually tried didn't you).

Break up the fight between your two imaginary friends.

While on the plane call your insurance agent and request a change in policy. Enquire about the immediacy of the policy. Make eye contact with the person next to you.

Karaoke!  With a microphone coffee cup.

Count how many studs are left on the tires.

Ask the stewardess for crackers (say it will settle your nausea). Chew then  whistle.  Keep trying.

Play your air guitar with as much enthusiasm as possible. Swear when you hit the wrong chords.

Break out in a Justin Bierber song... 'baby, baby, baby ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!'

Ask the person next to you if they have any immodium. Squirm. Grimmace. Grunt.

Close your eyes and experience being blind. Ask the hot stewardess to assist with your seat belt.

Twister in the aisle?! Heck yes you should.

Wear your socks on your hands and start a puppet show.

Tell the person sitting across from you that you see dead people.

Todays List of Fabulous Things

1. Cashews.
2. Hot showers followed by facial toner. Where has this been all my life?
3. Great playlists that consist of covers that only a 14 year old girl would listen to.
4. A hug from my mama followed by Little Miss E.
5. 20 plus degree weather
6. Swivel chairs- especially when multi-tasking
7. A sweet message from a wonderful friend
8. The thought of NOT HAVING to put together a piece of Ikea furniture (unless accompanied by Dr. Zen Zen and his fabulous blue bottle of chilled Kabinet)
9. The song in my head when not exercising #3.
10. This warm fuzzy feeling :)

11. The number 11- just because it's now 11:11 and I always make a wish at this very moment if I am lucky enough to see it.

Shivers***

Mr.Ward- come serenade me anytime. ;)

I'm in Heaven

Bag of lettuce. Cheese. Sweet Chile Sauce. 

Life can't get more grand. 

Oh Wait... WINE!

Where's the Pot?

Spot On.

I'm not generally one to really take the zodiac in all seriousness however- this describes me pretty damn good. 

Non-Bread Bread Sticks. YES. PLEASE.

Pretty much the most amazing thing since bread sticks. Wait- these ARE bread sticks. Kinda.
Christ, now I'm confused.

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