Just a few minutes ago, I realized just how much I accomplished today. I had a huge boost of energy. Even just a few months ago, when my PPD was still seriously rearing its ugly head, I couldn’t get through 2 hours of work without feeling uber-exhausted. But today, as I lay soaking in a hot tub, I realized that I’ve come a long way in a short amount of time. It’s a beautiful thing to feel back to your old self again.
I’m still stressed, overworked, tired and generally cranky. The new-old-me isn’t totally back yet, but it was nice to see her.
Day 119 – #RCD (aka Random Compliment Day)
I woke up on the proverbial wrong side of the bed. I just knew it was going to be a bad day among the many rough days I already had this week. So I tried to get myself out of the dumps by doing one of the things that I do best: thinking of others. Sometimes my instinct to take care of others before myself really isn’t healthy for me, but today it was hugely helpful. By sending people random compliments, I stayed positive all day. As one of my compliment-ees said:
“That is an incredibly useful approach to life. And if you are looking for a guest post, I’d also say it’s a little drop of beauty.”
Day 120 – A Weird One
I planted a few seeds in some peat pots so that I could have them sprout before planting them in the garden. I’m by no means a gardener, but every once and a while I like to get my hands dirty.
One of my favorite sounds of my day happens when I water my plants. I absolutely love the sound of water soaking into dry soil. Listen to your plants carefully the next time you water them. There’s almost a snap, crackle and pop quality to it. I close my eyes and imagine all of the roots thirstily slurping up the water through the crumbly soil.
I told you it was a random post.
This is totally creepy, but a beautiful childhood memory all the same.
I’ve spent a lot of time outside lately. It just feels so good to breathe in that “fresh” city air and take in the beautiful scenery. I’m fortunate to have bought a house in an area that is close to everything, but feels like we’re out of the city. There’s a small town vibe where I live and I didn’t quite realise just how relaxing it would be when we bought the place.
Here are two recent photos of my outdoor adventures… another image of my new backyard “weeds” and a picture of my little ones in their spring dresses.
Here is a shot of the early morning sun shining on my new babies.
Day 113 – Post-its and folders and stickers… oh my!
I’ve had the amazing fortune of being hired to teach stage management at the University of Ottawa this term. The entire class has been an exercise not only in gaining a better understanding of what it is to be a stage manager, but also in understanding my style as a professor.
I think I’ve done a pretty good job, based on the feedback I’ve received so far. I’m also super impressed with the students themselves. For obvious reasons, I can’t go into large amounts of detail. I can say that the final exam was a take home project which involved creating a full prompt book, complete with blocking notation for a scene I recorded, rehearsal schedule and documentation up the wazoo. The first few samples I’ve seen of the work my students have done is exceptional. In full geek-mode, I ooh-ed and ahh-ed at every perfectly drawn line, every color coordinated cue and contact list printed on fancy paper.
Organisation gets me hot!
Day 114 – Bubbles
There was a time where I wouldn’t let my kids near bubbles. Taking them out always resulted in tears. Either one of them would try to drink the bubble solution or lick the wand or fight over who gets to blow. Luckily though, AJ has shown “maturity” when it comes to bubbles. Today, I relaxed and let her hold the bottle with one hand and the bubble wand in the other. She was a pro. There was the occasional spill, but there was no use crying over spilled soapy/watery liquid. AJ even came up to me, held the wand in front of my face and said: “Your turn mommy.” At the sight of the floating spheres in the sky she smiled and said: “Good bubbles blowing mommy…nice!” She was praising me.
The tables had turned, even if just for a moment.
When I went past the M.A.C. store in the Rideau Centre today, I just couldn’t help myself. It doesn’t matter how old I am, I still have a girly love for pink. The particular shade of pink that is the Viva Glam Gaga makes my inner diva sing! I don’t know where I’ll wear it, but I love it.
And you know what’s also beautiful? Supporting a great cause.