Green Eyes Crying in The Smoke

High Hoe High Hoe — back to work I go.  Well actually I returned yesterday, but as expected, my first day back was crazy.  A weeks worth of disgruntled employees lined the hallways waiting to tell me their woes.  I so badly wanted to reply “wtf are you whining about?  I just spent my vacation days locked in my house because our town has been covered in forest fire smoke for a month”  Instead, I said things like “I understand how frustrating that must have been for you, how can I help?”

Since this is my blog, I will spill out my woes to you all.  Like I was saying, I spent a weeks worth of holidays mostly indoors.  I did get out to a couple parties, I went to the gym, I shopped, I watched documentaries, and I DRANK and had sex.  So it wasn’t all bad — haha.  What I really wanted, however, was to lay on the beach or run the trails behind my house.  I wanted fun in the sun not tears in the smoke.  I wasn’t crying… no, no, no… my eyes were leaking due to a heavy dose of forest fire smoke.  Everything smells like campfire right now.  Even the towels inside my house.  It’s disturbing to reach for your bath towel after a refreshing shower only to smell fire.

OK there it’s out of my system — I’m done bitching for now.  Day 2 of my regular routine, and I’m feeling pretty good.  I attribute this mainly to my new lifestyle of veganism.  I not just vegan, I’m eating a plant based, whole food diet now.  I made this change just over two weeks ago after watching numerous disturbing documentaries.  Why change?  I’ve been asked this by everyone I know, so let me share.  Number one — we are killing the planet with agriculture.  We no longer raise animals on small farms.  NOPE, agriculture has taken a noise dive right to world destruction.  Animals are now treated with such cruelty just because we overindulge in meat and animal products.  I watched some of this treatment, and it made me cry.

Number TWO: Read the China Study… eating plant based, whole foods reduces your risk of heart disease, cancer, and other life threatening diseases.

Number THREE:

Animal agriculture is responsible for 18 percent of greenhouse gas emissions, more than the combined exhaust from all transportation. – Source “Cowspiracy.com”

I have many other numbers to go through, but I think I’ve made my point.  Most of my friends have told me to stop watching documentaries.  I, on the other hand, am ecstatic about my choice.  I feel amazing, and I’ve lost 7lbs in two weeks.  I EAT all the time now, and I’m never hungry.  Life is good.

Besides my new way of feeding myself, I’ve got a new man in my life.  More on him tomorrow.  Time to get back to work — now I’m really crying.  Until tomorrow my friends, be well.

 

 Hazy night in The City 

It’s day number three of my greatly needed staycation.  I’m feeling pretty great, but I can’t say the same for our air quality.  I live in the interior of British Columbia, Canada.  If you don’t live near, you may not know that BC is on fire 🔥– literally.  My city is safe, but the winds carry thick forest fire smoke to my home town. For over a month we’ve battled with dangerous breathing air.  

There is a part of me that wants to complain that my holiday is ruin because of the fires, but I’m not going to do that.  Life happens, so it’s up to me to decide how to take it.  I’m taking it with thankfulness that my home is currently not at risk of burning to the ground.  I may not be able to enjoy a glass of wine on a patio, but I can still enjoy a glass of wine.  And that is exactly what I’m doing. 

Sitting in a nearly empty neighbourhood pub; a crisp glass of vegan friendly white wine in hand — I’m relaxing and appreciating my time away from work.  I’ve invited a friend down, and he will be here soon.  On that note, I’m going to put the phone down and scan the room for entertainment.  

Be safe my friends.  

Staycation, Documentaries, and Veggies

Hello and welcome to the first day of my new blog posts.  I could have easily started a new blog, but as the name says, I’m on the road less travelled.  Beside, there are many new roads on my journey of life.  My last post My Life Transformed was a tribute to where I’ve been; today, I’m gonna tell you where I am now.

Shortly after having my heart slightly broken, I started falling into a slight depression.  I typically suffer from anxiety, but occasionally depression sticks it’s ugly head up.   When I start to feel depressed, I take action pretty quick.  I know myself, and if I don’t do something about it, I will stay in it for too long.  The change began when I started reading the book “The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People” by Stephen R. Covey.  I am not finished the book, but what I have read challenged me to focus on what MY core values were.  That might sound easy, but when I took a good look at myself and what I stand for, I realized my values were unclear.  It turns out I actually have some very strong and deep values, but it took some digging for me to understand what they were.  I will write more on this at a later time, so let me get on with today’s focus…

This isn’t the first time I have delved into a session of self-awareness.  When I start looking inward, I do things like watch documentaries, read revealing books, and Google articles on the topics I’ve narrowed in on.  This brings me to my binge of documentaries.  For some unknown reason, I started watching documentaries on plant-based diets.  It was out of pure curiousity, as I had no intentions of changing what I eat.  In fact, I watched it with the thought that I would disagree with what I saw.  I ended up watching three of them pretty much back to back.  One in particular struck a nerve.  Vegucation: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1814930/.

What I took from that documentary will again be discussed in another post; however, I will tell you this meat loving human has since turned Vegan.  Today is the first day of my Staycation, and I have made a promise to myself to write daily.  I have fallen off the blogsphere for awhile, so as I take time to relax from the daily grind, I will refocus my energies on the important things I do for me.  This is the intro to my new self.  I have a new hunger for life that continues to grow each day, and I’m determined to document my experiences a long the way.  RIGHT now, however, I must get ready for my lunch time massage.

 

My Life Transformed

Sadly, I have neglected my blog over the past couple of months with only random posts from time to time.  I started this blog over a year ago, and since that time, I’ve created some positive change in my life.  Slowly, I’ve crawled my way out of a very stagnant time in my life, and the rewards are starting to come to fruition.  My journey has been filled with anxiety, fear, heartache, and a lot of confusion, but I’m thankful I pushed myself on.  As my life is transforming, so will this blog.  In three days, I start a week long staycation.  During my time of work reprieve, I will be dedicating myself to reconnecting with the blogsphere and reshaping my blog.

Before I do, I want to share where I was and where I am now going.  Just over a year ago, I was living a life that seemed void of meaning.  I was a few years out of an abusive relationship, living in a home I had grown out of, and basically drinking myself out of boredom.  No, I was not an alcoholic, but my only source of pleasure was my end of the day couple of glasses of wine.  This was the beginning of my life change.  There was no lightbulb moment or epiphany, just a desire for more.  The problem was, I didn’t know what I needed or wanted — I just knew I wasn’t happy.  With that in mind, I came off my anxiety medication, sold my trailer, bought a condo, enrolled in online university courses, and started dating again.  Not all at once — it all happened over the course of about six months.

After moving into my condo, I had a melt down.  I wasn’t coping, and I wasn’t really any happier.  Feeling defeated, I went back on anxiety medication.  Shortly after, I met a man who seemed to be everything I had been waiting for.  I rushed in blindly because it felt good.  I was too blind to see the red flags that were waved right in front of my face, and it ended with confusion and heart ache.  At the same time, work pressured mounted, and I fell into a depression.  That was about the time my blog posts became less and less frequent.  Two months later, I end up where I am today.  This post, however, is not about what has changed — that is a TBC…..

I’ve hit a major turning point in my life, and this post is a good-bye to the past.  I’m now able to look back and see that everything that happen was necassary.  I would not have come to this point without experiencing pain.  PAIN = Growth.  There is a fire in my heart now, and I’m filled with a new sense of passion.  I’m excited to share my new self with all of my friends here, so stay tuned for a new story.

What a World We Live In — Junkified

There is nothing better than receiving an unasked for Dick PIC on a beautiful Friday morning.  Seriously, what has this world come to.  You can’t even have a drink with a man without him assuming that’s code for “please send me a picture of your flaccid penis.”

Maybe I’m getting old, but is this really what dating has become?  What happened to the old fashion style of getting to know someone before showing them your genitals? This type of courtship, believe it or not, does not work for me.  I’m sorry to break it to you men, but a nake pic of your weiner will not get you a second date with me.  Let me tell you what kind of reaction you will get from me….

First, I will tell you to stop messaging me, and I will likely throw a few not so choice words in the mix.  Second, I am going to show everyone I know your ity bity dinky, and we will all laugh at it.  Is that what you were hoping for?  If so, you succeeded.  Every girl in my office has had a good ol’ laugh at your bits today.  I would think most men are not looking for laughter when it comes to their penis.  But, hey, what do I know — I have an innie.

I will never understand the thought process behind sending dick pics.  Maybe that’s it — there is no thought.  Just a primal instinct to get the dick out there and see who bites.  In this post, I’d like to get the message out to all them dick pic sending men in the world.  PLEASE STOP!  You will have much better luck by being a gentleman.  Even if you have an amazing looking Tool, we still don’t want to get a picture of it.  There may be a select few out there that this will work on, but is that really the type of woman you are looking for?  I sure hope not.

I don’t know if it’s a thing for men to receive unwanted female junk pics, but if it is, well shame on the women sending them.  Have some respect for yourselves.  On that note — I’m off for an afterwork Friday beverage.  I need something to erase the floppy noodle picture stuck in my brain.

Happy Friday Bloggers and may you all have a junk pic free weekend.

Firestorm

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My view of the world is full of smoke and ashes.  The wildfires in BC have full cities evacuated, and over 40,000 of them have come to our city for refuge.  The air is thick with smoke, and everyone is feeling the stress of the situation.  I haven’t written in over a week because I’ve been so consumed with the devastation.  Our city’s residents have gone above and beyond to support and house the evacuees, and I couldn’t be more proud to live where I do.

Unfortunately, the heavy smoke makes it impossible to feel good.  People are staying inside, and everyone is feeling down and restless.  I haven’t been able to run outside in weeks — thank god for the gym.  I’m really noticing the affect the smoke has had on my lungs.   I’m struggling with cardio, and I haven’t even attempted a heavy strength day.  My dog is restless because I won’t take her outside.  She is so small, and I worry the smoke will be too much for her little lungs.  My evenings are spent in my bedroom with curtains shut and Netflix playing.  My living room has floor to ceiling windows that highlight the haze over our town.

This past week has been difficult, as I watch people on Facebook and TV cry for their lost pets and homes.  Our downtown businesses are filled with displaced people trying to keep themselves busy, so as not to think about whether or not they will have a home to return to.  It’s a sad and scary time for our province.  My only hope is that we will catch a break with the weather and get some rain.  Unlikely, but I hope none-the-less.  Currently our weather has been extremely hot with high winds.  The wind is what brings the billows of smoke into the valley of our city.  Everywhere smells like a campfire even inside buildings and cars.  If I knew a dance for rain, I’d do it all day.

 

Smoke On The Water — AND Everywhere Else

A view of our city at mid-day

The whole province is on fire, and we are living in the land of smoke and ash.  Thousands of people from cities all across British Columbia have been evacuated from their homes due to 100s of out of control wildfires.  High winds blow smoke and ash through the valley, and it’s near impossible to breathe in our city right now.

Currently, my city is not in danger, as there are no fires close enough to be threatening.  The smoke, however, has dramatically effected our air quality.  Residence have been told to stay indoors as much as possible, and many people are walking the streets wearing face masks.  Local businesses have set up temporary shelters or have offered meals for neighbouring town evacuees.   It’s a scary time for our province, and it doesn’t look like things will get better anytime soon.

The interior of BC gets hot and dry during the summer, and this year’s fires are mostly due to lightening strikes.  Between river floods and wildfires, this has been a bad year for us.  Mother nature’s been one pissed off lady, and I hope she gets it out of her system real soon.  I’m sad for all the people who have lost their homes and businesses…. It’s a reminder of how fast life can change.  It’s scary to know that our lives can be altered by the change of the wind.

On a more personal note, I’ve been struggling to find my footing again in life.  My anxiety disorder makes it difficult for me to adjust to changes in my routine.  This year, I have pushed myself back into the dating world, and so far it has done nothing but send me spinning.  My emotions have been all over the map, and I’m having to relearn how to manage my days.  I’ve written very little in the past few months; I just can’t seem to find my rhythm.  Basically, I’m completely out of sorts.

For now, all I can do is manage one minute, hour, day at a time.

For all those evacuated from your homes, I’m sending out a little prayer (to whom ever maybe listening).