Heffalumps and Woozles

Fortune favours the bold or in the original Latin, Audentes Fortuna Iuvat, which literally translates to “Fortune helps those daring.”

This is a thought that my mind always circles around to from time to time. It doesn’t matter how long I’ve been off and away being brave and doing great things, eventually I will decide I wasn’t brave enough. Really, this is usually because something doesn’t go my way, or I feel I’ve missed an opportunity, or didn’t see the sign, or sat back when I should have leaped.

It seems just so much easier to slink away, turn your back, or keep your mouth shut. I don’t know about you, but for me, its one of those things I’ve tried to be aware of. After I finished university and set out on the ‘real world’ part of my life I found I struggled with the idea of who I wanted to be, where I wanted to end up, and every other big life questions you can think of. In this search I found that, you can’t really know. Or at least, I’m not wired that way. I can tell you what I want in 5 months, but in 5 years? I’m more comfortable with a go with the flow lifestyle.

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Did someone say darts?

“So, we throwing darts tonight?” she questioned in passing.

It was Wednesday, and if this Wednesday was anything like every other Wednesday for the past five and a half months, they were probably going to go throw darts.

“I’m always up for a game of darts, but I have plans at 8.”

“That’s plenty of time.”

As the workday slowly chugged to a close they meandered their way down the four and a half icy blocks it took to get from point A to the two slightly shabby, but always welcoming dart boards at their pub. They stepped inside and made their way up the 15 dimly lit steps it took to get from the street to the oak and green wall panels they knew so well. It was the kind of place that they were proud to call theirs. It lacked pretence. It lacked good lighting. And it lacked a reliable supply of beer and menu options. But it was that dingy simplicity that gave it its charm.

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Ruffles are out of the question. And please, no bows.

When I was in high school I spent all of my money on clothes. All of it. I used to nag my Mom to take me to the city so I could drop all my hard earned dollar bills on the latest and greatest things American Eagle had to offer me. My Mom would always remind me that I didn’t need more clothes, my rather large closet was, after all, already chalk full. She wasn’t wrong. But that wasn’t really the point. I had nothing but disposable income and I loved having fun things to wear. I loved feeling like I had a bit of style.

Shopping trips were great. It would take me a while to buy the first thing, but then all bets were off. I remember being proud to have a ton of shopping bags inhibiting my ability to move swiftly through the halls of Calgary’s malls. It wasn’t that I loved shopping for the sake of it though. I wasn’t inclined to buy just to buy. As far as I was concerned, I obviously needed another pair of the same pants from Jacob in a different colour, they just fit so great.

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Some things never get old.

There are some albums which I will download and obsess over for a month. It’s all I listen to, then as quickly as it arrived in my life, it leaves again. I might revisit it from time to time but it never really sticks. Sometimes, however a real gems enters your life and it has staying power.

For me, this is an album that I return to time and time again and I can listen to on repeat all day.

It might be because it reminds me of a couple of my dear friends, or because I used to listen to it every night to fall asleep for months on end, or it might just be because it’s great.

I’m sure you know some of their songs, but if you’ve never listened to the whole album from start to finish I’d encourage you to give it a chance. If its not for you, no harm, no foul.

I think I’ll love it forever.

Making friends is easy (when you’re 10 years old at summer camp)

I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about those big life questions, how am I spending my life doing, what do I want out of life, what makes me happy, and really, who am I? These questions are all too lofty and likely, too unanswerable to tackle but why the hell shouldn’t we ask them every now and again? In the last year my life has changed a lot. I got a new job. I went from fairly casual shift work to a Monday to Friday gig. I relocated to a new city and I started living alone for the first time in my life.

My lifestyle changed. A lot.

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Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top, TAKE 2.

I read an interesting article back in the summer time when Meghan Trainor’s ‘All About That Bass’ was everywhere at all times, invading every single radio station, and even Late Night with Jimmy Fallon. The article deconstructed the song and raised a number of interesting points. It’s a good read, and one that got me thinking. You can find the full article here, and see my brief discussion of it below, with my take on things.

From me, the most interesting and impactful discussion in this article centres around the lyrics’ incessant need to remind us that, ultimately, what we’re after is male approval. It’s the notion that everything that we do, what we wear, and how we act revolves around capturing the attention of men so we can live happily ever after with said man.

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