WOW. So I’ve been doing too much living and not enough blogging it appears lately haha. There is so much I want to write about and I am creating not enough time to do it.
Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
– Ferris Bueller
These are some thing I have written over the past few exciting weeks, with the Vancouver Riot, adventures, ponders… what a ride!
Forewarning: This post is going to be delightfully detailed and horribly long.
Just as I was boarding the skytrain in Surrey just over an hour ago I was contemplating how ironic I create my life to be at times. I was thinking about the implications of this and decided that “I am ironic”. After all, if I create that to be my reality, then (as my reality and perception are the only experiences I have) then that will be my life. After this thought I was running to get to the library to return an interesting book on Emotional Clearing. i got there JUST IN TIME and was able to sign out a book I was really excited about called Sacred Commerce. At the library there was a protest about the Canadian Postal Workers strike which was somewhat ironic considering I am dealing with some labour issues at my own job. Then I started to notice the results of the Vancouver Riot. Wood panels cover the storefronts, covered in messages from thousands of people. Word of condemnation of rioters, random song lyrics, but overall and in the highest multitude there were messages of love. I think it’s a little sad that it takes a riot for Vancouver to write beautiful words all over, but I am grateful for this aftermath nonetheless. I walk through the city dazed and confused. After running to the library and being overwhelmed with my own sensory experience I bumped into a girl I used to work with. She was off to live what I think are her dreams, dancing and choreographing for big names in the city. And I was just wandering, happy. I made my way to Gorilla Foods, my favorite (raw) eatery in vancity. I think you’re great said the song playing on the radio. Then I thought about how if music be the food of life, Gorilla Foods is a very healthy place to be : )
As I write this it is 5:40AM. I just got home and am so grateful to have such amazing friends and know such awesome people that always have assured me a place to stay or a safe ride : )
I am giggling (perhaps because of this interesting hour) unavoidably at the irony.
Think of all the times you have been awake to see the clock at 5:40 AM. Think of all the various circumstances that have led to you being up to see the time at this hour.
Maybe you were with many people, or with just one person. At the airport coming home, or at a party saying goodbye. Doing stupid things, or doing silly things. Waking up, or going to bed. Laughing or crying. Talking or sitting in silence. Online, or so far from the reaches of technology… I could go on. Isn’t it ironic, the way things work out?
I love it, it keeps me entertained : )
Do you ever have those days or experiences where it’s like irony is going “Whose laughing now, bitch?”. I do. It’s been a while. Good to be back. Keeps me entertained : )
Physiotherapist: Sometimes these things are related to stress. Did anything change in your life when the pain started happening? Anything stressful?
Me: *HAHHAHAHAHA. Dies of laughter inside.* You could say that…