You know, sometimes what you say without thinking is the most telling thing.
While at work the other day, I stumbled into a huge mess of errors and miscommuication by the entire team, that had resulted in a problem. When I called the person who would be responsible for sorting it out, I started the conversation with, "You're not going to like me for this, but..."
Wait, what?
I didn't create the problem. I didn't ignore the problem, and let it get worse. I was actually almost finished resolving the problem, and just needed approval.
Beyond that, why would asking for help result in someone not liking me? Why would I assume that being the bearer of bad news would result in dislike or contempt?
Those who know me would probably say that I don't really care what people think, and that I'm very opinionated, but the fact is, I walk around day to day nervous that people won't like me based on my actions, opinions or beliefs, especially in a professional environment.
I really ought to work on that.
Reality check of the day: People will dislike you for ignoring the problem so that you don't have to be the bad guy. People don't dislike you because you are dealing with a problem and need their help.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Friday, December 11, 2009
Things that you would have learned this week if you were me...
Long time, no blog!
It's been a pretty intense couple of weeks. I have been working 40+ hours at one job, and 20+ at another. According to my math, that means that I've been averaging anywhere from 60-70 hours a week since I started the new job. You would think that this means that I don't have time to do much learning, and you're probably right, but these are just a few of the many discoveries you would have made if you were living my life this week:
1) You can do anything for a month or two, so long as there is an end in sight.
Working two jobs is positively exhausting, especially because I've been picking up extra hours at both in order to try to cover the expenses incurred while not working enough through most of the summer and fall, as well as the impending holidays. That being said, I'm pushing through and doing it with the best attitude possible with the knowledge that eventually I won't have to do this any more.
2) When people tell you the life you live is not conducive to a canine pet, they're probably right.
I love my dog and y'all know this, but so help me, if I didn't have a dog walker a couple of days a week, I would be screwed. She is a high energy dog and all of my energy is getting eaten up by the extra hours I've been working.
3) Good girlfriends are hard to find, but totally worth the wait!
It's funny, I've never been one to have girlfriends. I guess I've always just been a little course. That being said, I have unexpectedly found a couple of awesome girls who have crazy schedules like mine, who get that instead of spending a day mall-hopping or pub-crawling, maybe a night at home with some knitting and a movie is just the ticket.
These couple of girls are pretty amazing, both holding down 2 jobs or a job + school and some serious family commitments, and both come from backgrounds similar to mine, which means that we have a lot in common on all levels. None of us expected to find good friends at a part time job, but we did and for that I'm immensely grateful.
4) Most girl-on-girl hate and frustration comes from a lack of maturity.
Girls are talented when it comes to undermining the confidence of other women. Most of us are damaged in one way or another, and we recognize it in other women, and when dealing with each other it is really easy to make another girl feel about two inches tall using that small crack for leverage.
Women of a certain maturity level don't participate in this kind of behaviour, but some do, and it doesn't matter how grown up you are, when someone decides to play this kind of game, or use this kind of psychological-warfare-like tactic, it takes a strong woman to not fall victim to it.
5) As a society, we often fix things that aren't broken, and we should really stop it.
I'm all for progress, please don't get me wrong. I just think that certain things were fine the way they were. Sure, I could buy a sweater at a store, but then I've deprived someone I love (or myself) of the time to sit and knit (see: meditate) at the end of the day and make something truly beautiful. I've also deprived a LYS (Little Yarn Shop) of the business for the wool, and the artisan dyer as well. I'm really starting to be concerned about the global impact of these huge companies like Walmart and Target on not only the local economy, but also the creativity in our society.
Broad strokes here, folks. I'm really doing my best to hold my world together, but my perspective on the small things is changing in big ways, and it's forcing me to re-evaluate my focus. This whole extraordinary life thing... I'm working on it, but with that change in focus, comes a lot of reevaluation to be done, and changes to be made.
Patience. I think I need to work on patience.
It's been a pretty intense couple of weeks. I have been working 40+ hours at one job, and 20+ at another. According to my math, that means that I've been averaging anywhere from 60-70 hours a week since I started the new job. You would think that this means that I don't have time to do much learning, and you're probably right, but these are just a few of the many discoveries you would have made if you were living my life this week:
1) You can do anything for a month or two, so long as there is an end in sight.
Working two jobs is positively exhausting, especially because I've been picking up extra hours at both in order to try to cover the expenses incurred while not working enough through most of the summer and fall, as well as the impending holidays. That being said, I'm pushing through and doing it with the best attitude possible with the knowledge that eventually I won't have to do this any more.
2) When people tell you the life you live is not conducive to a canine pet, they're probably right.
I love my dog and y'all know this, but so help me, if I didn't have a dog walker a couple of days a week, I would be screwed. She is a high energy dog and all of my energy is getting eaten up by the extra hours I've been working.
3) Good girlfriends are hard to find, but totally worth the wait!
It's funny, I've never been one to have girlfriends. I guess I've always just been a little course. That being said, I have unexpectedly found a couple of awesome girls who have crazy schedules like mine, who get that instead of spending a day mall-hopping or pub-crawling, maybe a night at home with some knitting and a movie is just the ticket.
These couple of girls are pretty amazing, both holding down 2 jobs or a job + school and some serious family commitments, and both come from backgrounds similar to mine, which means that we have a lot in common on all levels. None of us expected to find good friends at a part time job, but we did and for that I'm immensely grateful.
4) Most girl-on-girl hate and frustration comes from a lack of maturity.
Girls are talented when it comes to undermining the confidence of other women. Most of us are damaged in one way or another, and we recognize it in other women, and when dealing with each other it is really easy to make another girl feel about two inches tall using that small crack for leverage.
Women of a certain maturity level don't participate in this kind of behaviour, but some do, and it doesn't matter how grown up you are, when someone decides to play this kind of game, or use this kind of psychological-warfare-like tactic, it takes a strong woman to not fall victim to it.
5) As a society, we often fix things that aren't broken, and we should really stop it.
I'm all for progress, please don't get me wrong. I just think that certain things were fine the way they were. Sure, I could buy a sweater at a store, but then I've deprived someone I love (or myself) of the time to sit and knit (see: meditate) at the end of the day and make something truly beautiful. I've also deprived a LYS (Little Yarn Shop) of the business for the wool, and the artisan dyer as well. I'm really starting to be concerned about the global impact of these huge companies like Walmart and Target on not only the local economy, but also the creativity in our society.
Broad strokes here, folks. I'm really doing my best to hold my world together, but my perspective on the small things is changing in big ways, and it's forcing me to re-evaluate my focus. This whole extraordinary life thing... I'm working on it, but with that change in focus, comes a lot of reevaluation to be done, and changes to be made.
Patience. I think I need to work on patience.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
The things we don't talk about
As women we don't talk about a lot of things in our life. We dig deep, declare our broad shoulders, and cover up the things that we don't want the world to see. We discuss things that are only considered civilized, appropriate and polite, and this is our downfall.
I grew up in a family where there were things you just didn't discuss, such as money, religion and politics, but also a lot of things that maybe we should have talked about. I sometimes wonder if I would be a different person if we had talked about sex, about sexuality, about relationships with men, with food and body image. The amount of conscious effort that it takes for me to not focus solely on these things in day to day life is absolutely exhausting.
Please don't get me wrong. This isn't a pity party for myself, but for a society of women who hold it together despite the internal monologue that must be going through their heads. It can't be just me.
I know that some of us were raised with great body images, a healthy relationship with food, an understanding of relationships and sex and all of that, but I would be willing to place money on the fact that those are few and far between. I would bet that the greater majority of us appear to be solid as a rock, but that underneath all of that is a little girl, cowering in the corner and wondering what will become of us.
Behind all the professionalism that everyone sees, there is a girl who worries every day about ever calorie of food that crosses her lips to the point that in her twenties she develops a severe eating disorder, with no regard for the fact that the typical eating disorder appears in the teen years, because she feels so out of control. She feels like a failure every day that the scale climbs, or stays the same. She measures her worth by the size of her jeans.
Behind the soccer mom who is taking amazing care of her children, and holding the family together is a woman who is scared every day that she won't be able to satisfy her husband, and so she goes way beyond her comfort in bed with him, just to keep him from going somewhere else. She doesn't know that she has the right to say no when something makes her uncomfortable. She pretends that she loves it, just because she loves him, and when he goes to sleep, she has a shower to wash the dirty feeling off her.
Behind the lawyer in her power suit who takes command of the room as she enters is a woman who is showing a little cleavage to "keep the old boys in line" because no one ever told her that she doesn't have to use her body to get attention, and that attention doesn't equate to respect. She laughs and flirts and seems to love her job, but she goes home every night and works out for 3 hours because she is terrified that if she loses her looks, she's lost in this job and that she'll never move forward.
Now, I'm the first to admit that we can only blame how we were raised for our problems until a certain age. At some point, we become accountable as adults for our actions, however we, as women, do ourselves a great disservice by burying these issues. We don't talk about them with our best girlfriends, our mothers, or our daughters. We take a deep breath, put on a big smile, and take on the world with our best face forward.
I'm of the belief that if we talked about these things, if we knew we were all facing them, it would help us all to find greater peace. Maybe we wouldn't make the same mistakes the next time around. Perhaps we could help each other to be stronger, more confident, to know our limits and to feel better about ourselves in general. Maybe by knowing on a personal level that our sisters, mothers, daughters and friends face the same thing it would help us to all feel a little better and stop hurting ourselves, and subjecting ourselves to unnecessary hurt because we think that we're alone.
Friday, September 4, 2009
On Mistakes, Regret and Making Amends
We all make mistakes, true story. A few months ago, I made a really big one.
I have a close friend who I was involved with many, many moons ago. We've now known each other for about 10 years, and we are very close. We talk to each other most days, and make a point of doing so. We talk about everything and we're both exceptionally sexual people, and very open minded. There isn't much in this world we haven't discussed as a possibility and when either of us is considering something new, we bounce it off the other before heading off into the wilderness with our respective partners.
He came home from school in the spring, we hung out. We talked about his girlfriend who he was breaking up with, life, him moving home this summer, and everything that we've missed in each other's lives since we've not seen each other. We had a few drinks, cooked some ribs, had a few more drinks, a girlfriend of mine showed up, we had some more drinks.
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The three of us found ourselves in bed. This wasn't anyone's first rodeo in threesome arena, so no issues that way. We had a good time.
Suddenly, a moment of clarity. He misses her. He calls her. She loses her head. It all goes downhill from there. He spends the next hour fighting and making up with her while pacing around the yard and talking on his cell phone. I am violently ill from the vat of wine that I've consumed. The second girl was laying in bed whining about me not coming to cuddle with her (not my scene.)
He sleeps in the spare room. I sleep in my room. She goes home.
The next day, I get up, he wakes up and we have a very brief conversation about the events of the previous night, none of which are very clear to any of us, and then he high tails it home. We're all feeling a little sheepish about the night's events and about things getting out of hand. I decide to give it some time.
A few days later, I see him pop online for about 10 seconds before he disappears. Strange, but I don't think much of it. Then I go to his facebook page, but we're not linked on there anymore. It dawns on me. I've been cut, and it hurts.
We don't talk for a few months, but it has been weighing on my mind. I feel like shit because things got out of hand, and now I've lost someone who was such a huge part of my life.
I am really mad at myself, I resent him for how he handled it and I feel betrayed because I thought that we had more than one mistake.
Today, I had a really shitty day, one of those days when you need the people you lean on, and who lean on you around.
So I gave in. I reached out. I sent him a text. I called him out on how he handled it, made my apologies and identified that I didn't even know if he had moved home and changed his number and I might be too late.
I sent: I doubt that this is your number anymore, but if it is, I want you to know that the whole thing was stupid and that I didn't intend for that to happen. We're all equally responsible, but I'm sorry just the same. On the other hand, disappearing like you did solves nothing. I hope the rest of your semester went well.
I didn't hear anything for a couple of hours, and I was devastated. I thought that he might still be mad, or that I really had waited too long.
My phone chirps: I handled it badly, it was a huge dick move. She lost her mind and made me erase every trace of you. I'm moving home next week, and I'd like to work it out. I would hate to lose you. She's not worth it if it costs me our relationship, but I didn't know how to reach out. I'm glad you did. I'm sorry.
On a really hard day, I stood in a park and smiled.
Moral of the story: No mistake is too big, if you're willing to take a chance, reach out, and make amends.
I have a close friend who I was involved with many, many moons ago. We've now known each other for about 10 years, and we are very close. We talk to each other most days, and make a point of doing so. We talk about everything and we're both exceptionally sexual people, and very open minded. There isn't much in this world we haven't discussed as a possibility and when either of us is considering something new, we bounce it off the other before heading off into the wilderness with our respective partners.
He came home from school in the spring, we hung out. We talked about his girlfriend who he was breaking up with, life, him moving home this summer, and everything that we've missed in each other's lives since we've not seen each other. We had a few drinks, cooked some ribs, had a few more drinks, a girlfriend of mine showed up, we had some more drinks.
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The three of us found ourselves in bed. This wasn't anyone's first rodeo in threesome arena, so no issues that way. We had a good time.
Suddenly, a moment of clarity. He misses her. He calls her. She loses her head. It all goes downhill from there. He spends the next hour fighting and making up with her while pacing around the yard and talking on his cell phone. I am violently ill from the vat of wine that I've consumed. The second girl was laying in bed whining about me not coming to cuddle with her (not my scene.)
He sleeps in the spare room. I sleep in my room. She goes home.
The next day, I get up, he wakes up and we have a very brief conversation about the events of the previous night, none of which are very clear to any of us, and then he high tails it home. We're all feeling a little sheepish about the night's events and about things getting out of hand. I decide to give it some time.
A few days later, I see him pop online for about 10 seconds before he disappears. Strange, but I don't think much of it. Then I go to his facebook page, but we're not linked on there anymore. It dawns on me. I've been cut, and it hurts.
We don't talk for a few months, but it has been weighing on my mind. I feel like shit because things got out of hand, and now I've lost someone who was such a huge part of my life.
I am really mad at myself, I resent him for how he handled it and I feel betrayed because I thought that we had more than one mistake.
Today, I had a really shitty day, one of those days when you need the people you lean on, and who lean on you around.
So I gave in. I reached out. I sent him a text. I called him out on how he handled it, made my apologies and identified that I didn't even know if he had moved home and changed his number and I might be too late.
I sent: I doubt that this is your number anymore, but if it is, I want you to know that the whole thing was stupid and that I didn't intend for that to happen. We're all equally responsible, but I'm sorry just the same. On the other hand, disappearing like you did solves nothing. I hope the rest of your semester went well.
I didn't hear anything for a couple of hours, and I was devastated. I thought that he might still be mad, or that I really had waited too long.
My phone chirps: I handled it badly, it was a huge dick move. She lost her mind and made me erase every trace of you. I'm moving home next week, and I'd like to work it out. I would hate to lose you. She's not worth it if it costs me our relationship, but I didn't know how to reach out. I'm glad you did. I'm sorry.
On a really hard day, I stood in a park and smiled.
Moral of the story: No mistake is too big, if you're willing to take a chance, reach out, and make amends.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Day 1
- If I were to write down a complete account of my day how would I feel about the day's events and how I lived?Well, let's see. Today was my 25th birthday. I spent most of the day on the road, from St. George, NB headed towards Halifax, NS. I certainly didn't do a whole lot in the way of changing the world but I did convince the boys that perhaps just saying thank you is not enough and that we should send a thank you card to the people that we've been staying with for the past few days. I don't think that I'll convince the boys of that in the long term but a small gesture to show gratitude for the kindness that we have received will certainly not go astray and I'm sure it will mean something to the people who receive it.
All and all I am at peace with the way I've lived my life today.
- How did the way I lived today bring me closer to the kind of life I aspire to live?I think that today was a lesson in gratitude for me, personally. I always try to be thankful for the obvious things and I often do it without thinking because it is programmed so deeply into who I am thanks to my family, but conscious gratitude and thankfulness is a different thing. I think that there is something to be said for actually taking the time to be thankful for things that we say "thank you" for rather than just saying it and moving on.
A big part of the reason that people don't send thank you notes or even emails much anymore is because we are grateful in the moment and once that moment has passed we don't give it any further thought. I'm going to make an effort to be consciously grateful, and to take the time to actually write thank you notes in the future.
- What steps did I take today off the beaten path?When I was writing these questions I didn't really give any thought to how broad of a question this is, or how open to interpretation. I could rework it so that it was a little more specific, but what would be the fun in that?
Today I discovered a small restaurant east of Sussex, NB. It was called Chummley's and it had the most delicious scallops I've ever tasted. We came across it on our way towards Halifax and had dinner there for my birthday. It was absolutely delightful and I am glad that we stumbled across it.
- What made today extraordinary?Today was the first time I've ever been to Nova Scotia. Although we arrived after dark it is always amazing to be in a new place and to know that great experiences are coming your way.
Today was my 25th birthday. More people remembered than I expected would, and that made me pretty happy. It's always nice to feel the love on your birthday.
Friday, June 19, 2009
More from the East Coast of Canada
Well, I have been on this road trip of the East Coast for 8 days now and I thought I would give you the highlights.
Thus far we have seen:
Riviere-Du-Loup, PQ - We missed the show here because of car trouble :(
Grand Falls, NB - Stopped here at a Walmart to pick up some groceries and get our bearings.
Plaster Rock, NB - Rocked out and had a great night in a hotel here. The owners were amazing and breakfast was great. I highly reccomend checking out this tiny town, and we hear that Pond Hockey is all the rage here in the winter thanks to Don Cherry.
St. John, NB - Great show here at a bar called Cougar's Lounge. It was a tiny venue, and The DGB stopped in for an open mic night. We enjoyed $23 Gallon Pitchers and the guys ended up rocking out on a stage in a park at 4:00 a.m. until the police showed up. They were super nice about it and we went back to the van and laughed until the sun was starting to show.
Black Beach, NB - Tiny little beach in the middle of nowhere, on the Bay of Fundy. Played some football on the beach and ate some lunch. The locals thought we were crazy and the water was freezing but it was a great time!
Blacks Harbour, NB - Dropped into a random bar on our day off, where the boys did an impromtu performance and sold a stack of CDs, and we drank a lot of rounds of free shots. We were going to leave and the bartender thought we needed drinks for the road, but of course she can't sell them to us, so she gave us a case out of her car! We ended up sitting in the harbour watching the tide with a guy from Halifax, and he crashed in the van at the end of the night with us.
Fredericton, NB
- Had a great time here. The show was an open mic again at the Capitol. We ended up staying at Catherine's house (yup, we just met her) She looked after us well though. Gave us a place to crash and an amazing breakfast. We basically <3 her. :D Miramachi, NB - The DGB played a show at O'Donoghues, which is a 175 year old bar in the Irish Capital of Canada. It was a very cool and the panfried fish and chips was absolutely amazing. I turned in for an early night because I'm a party pooper like that sometimes. I was exhausted, but woke up refreshed for our next day in Moncton.
Parlee Beach, NB - Stopped in for a dip in the ocean. Probably the most beautiful beach I have ever seen and we enjoyed the shallows before venturing out for a proper swim. The boys played football in the ocean again while we all dodged the jellyfish. I didn't even know we had these in Canada but they were plentiful and very cool to look at.
Moncton, NB - had a great time in Moncton. The boys did a show there and it was fantastic as always. Interesting characters and invites to crash, but we decided that we were safest in the van with the door locked.
St. George, NB - Stopped in to see Jamie's family where we'll be staying for the next couple of days. They're about the sweetest people you'd ever want to meet and have beds and burgers ready for us upon our return.
St. Andrews, NB - the boys are currently playing a set at The Red Herring and I'm writing this. Sounds great, and I'm thinking that we're going to have to come here for some dinner tomorrow too. $7.99 lobster dinner just haulled in off a boat is too good to pass up I think.
Clearly, that's a lot of travelling for 8 days! Not only have we seen these places, but everywhere in between because the guys I'm travelling with have tour dates for their band booked in no particular order all over New Brunswick and Nova Scotia, and then back to Quebec!
The cool thing about this trip is that we're not doing the Mapquest and go directions. We are actually using maps and atlases to find our way, picking out random destinations along the way and attempting to stick towards the coastline whenever possible. As four kids from the interior of Canada, any occasion to breath in salt air is a good excuse.
The people out here truly are as hospitable and welcoming as you hear. I could hardly believe it. The guys are being absolutely fantastic about me tagging along with them and it's been a hell of an amazing vacation for me, and about as cheap as a vacation could come.
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Thus far we have seen:
Riviere-Du-Loup, PQ - We missed the show here because of car trouble :(
Grand Falls, NB - Stopped here at a Walmart to pick up some groceries and get our bearings.
Plaster Rock, NB - Rocked out and had a great night in a hotel here. The owners were amazing and breakfast was great. I highly reccomend checking out this tiny town, and we hear that Pond Hockey is all the rage here in the winter thanks to Don Cherry.
St. John, NB - Great show here at a bar called Cougar's Lounge. It was a tiny venue, and The DGB stopped in for an open mic night. We enjoyed $23 Gallon Pitchers and the guys ended up rocking out on a stage in a park at 4:00 a.m. until the police showed up. They were super nice about it and we went back to the van and laughed until the sun was starting to show.
Black Beach, NB - Tiny little beach in the middle of nowhere, on the Bay of Fundy. Played some football on the beach and ate some lunch. The locals thought we were crazy and the water was freezing but it was a great time!
Blacks Harbour, NB - Dropped into a random bar on our day off, where the boys did an impromtu performance and sold a stack of CDs, and we drank a lot of rounds of free shots. We were going to leave and the bartender thought we needed drinks for the road, but of course she can't sell them to us, so she gave us a case out of her car! We ended up sitting in the harbour watching the tide with a guy from Halifax, and he crashed in the van at the end of the night with us.
Fredericton, NB
- Had a great time here. The show was an open mic again at the Capitol. We ended up staying at Catherine's house (yup, we just met her) She looked after us well though. Gave us a place to crash and an amazing breakfast. We basically <3 her. :D Miramachi, NB - The DGB played a show at O'Donoghues, which is a 175 year old bar in the Irish Capital of Canada. It was a very cool and the panfried fish and chips was absolutely amazing. I turned in for an early night because I'm a party pooper like that sometimes. I was exhausted, but woke up refreshed for our next day in Moncton.
Parlee Beach, NB - Stopped in for a dip in the ocean. Probably the most beautiful beach I have ever seen and we enjoyed the shallows before venturing out for a proper swim. The boys played football in the ocean again while we all dodged the jellyfish. I didn't even know we had these in Canada but they were plentiful and very cool to look at.
Moncton, NB - had a great time in Moncton. The boys did a show there and it was fantastic as always. Interesting characters and invites to crash, but we decided that we were safest in the van with the door locked.
St. George, NB - Stopped in to see Jamie's family where we'll be staying for the next couple of days. They're about the sweetest people you'd ever want to meet and have beds and burgers ready for us upon our return.
St. Andrews, NB - the boys are currently playing a set at The Red Herring and I'm writing this. Sounds great, and I'm thinking that we're going to have to come here for some dinner tomorrow too. $7.99 lobster dinner just haulled in off a boat is too good to pass up I think.
Clearly, that's a lot of travelling for 8 days! Not only have we seen these places, but everywhere in between because the guys I'm travelling with have tour dates for their band booked in no particular order all over New Brunswick and Nova Scotia, and then back to Quebec!
The cool thing about this trip is that we're not doing the Mapquest and go directions. We are actually using maps and atlases to find our way, picking out random destinations along the way and attempting to stick towards the coastline whenever possible. As four kids from the interior of Canada, any occasion to breath in salt air is a good excuse.
The people out here truly are as hospitable and welcoming as you hear. I could hardly believe it. The guys are being absolutely fantastic about me tagging along with them and it's been a hell of an amazing vacation for me, and about as cheap as a vacation could come.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
On the road again
Well... I'm at it again. I've jumped into another crazy adventure without thinking it through and have found myself touring the east coast of Canada with a friend's band.
So, in the past few days I've seen Grand Falls, Plaster Rock, St. John, Blacks Beach, Black Harbour and Fredericton. It's been absolutely beautiful and the randomness has been astounding. We've had car troubles, bar troubles, and just about every other type of troubles you could think of but it has been fantastic overall.
I'm really enjoying the whole experience, and we're here until June 28th so I expect to see a fair bit more of the country. The one thing I can tell you about it, after being here is that we don't appreciate what we have. Specifically, I don't appreciate what I have. The world is beautiful, Canada especially. Some of the sights I have seen make me ashamed that I went to the UK rather than exploring more of Canada.
The other side of this is that I can understand why people say you can find peace out here. There is an overwhelming stillness to the world when you're standing on the beach watching the tide.
Gotta go -- the band has a show in a few minutes. I'll write more later but I hope that you can find peace like that which I've felt in the past few days.
So, in the past few days I've seen Grand Falls, Plaster Rock, St. John, Blacks Beach, Black Harbour and Fredericton. It's been absolutely beautiful and the randomness has been astounding. We've had car troubles, bar troubles, and just about every other type of troubles you could think of but it has been fantastic overall.
I'm really enjoying the whole experience, and we're here until June 28th so I expect to see a fair bit more of the country. The one thing I can tell you about it, after being here is that we don't appreciate what we have. Specifically, I don't appreciate what I have. The world is beautiful, Canada especially. Some of the sights I have seen make me ashamed that I went to the UK rather than exploring more of Canada.
The other side of this is that I can understand why people say you can find peace out here. There is an overwhelming stillness to the world when you're standing on the beach watching the tide.
Gotta go -- the band has a show in a few minutes. I'll write more later but I hope that you can find peace like that which I've felt in the past few days.
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