Happening Now: 25

So there are about 400 other things on my “to do” list right now but I am taking a “time-out” because I am feeling uninspired.

I read something great the other day and I figured it should be shared.

12 rules to live by.

In celebration of my 25th year of life I am going to write out these 12 rules and then I am going to attempt to live by them religiously until I turn 26, then we will take it from there… baby steps.

Wish me luck.

Here goes…

1. Go to bed and get up at the same time on weekdays (realistically, let’s start with 1am and 9am.) I will not deviate from this schedule unless it is due to an important work or social task. To aid in this process I will avoid caffeine after 1pm

2. Read before bed each week night.

3. Go to Yoga – AT LEAST one time per week!

4. Write, at minimum, 1 blog post per week and “I will write with honesty and feeling.” – Ted Nicholas. I will give up caring about how others choose to judge me and my written words. I am going to throw caught to the wind and put it all out there!

5. Create and maintain a weekly “gratitude” journal in an attempt to be more positive

Gratitude Journal – In the journal I write down:

G –

O –

Did –

Do –

App –

Here’s what each of those means…

G is for Gratitude

O is for Opportunity

Did is for what I accomplished that day.

Do is for what I have planned for tomorrow.

App is for the people/person I appreciate that day, long-term etc…

6. Create a to-do list every Sunday and follow, add to and complete that to-do list by week’s end

7. I will not take things personally. This is a waste of time and energy. If I have caused harm, I will apologize and fix the situation. However, if someone simply doesn’t like something I have done or something that I do or disagrees with me, that is fine, but I’m not going to get into an argument about it or take it to heart. For any confrontation-like situation, I will simply take a deep breath, relax, breathe out, and re-focus my efforts back on my work and goals.

8. Always remember that

a) “Nothing matters.”


b) “It will all be over soon.” – This servers me in good times and in bad. In hard times, or

during intense physical effort or discomfort, I know that it will all be over soon. A small

amount of suffering now will be forgotten later when I will enjoy the rewards of my

work. And in good times, I will remember that life is short, and I must make things count

now, and no matter how good things are going I must never let myself become soft and

lazy, because I have too much to accomplish in such a short time.

 9. Everything that happens to me – good and bad – is my personal responsibility. I blame no one but myself. These are the choices I’ve made – this is the life I’m living. I will accept the consequences of my actions.

10. I will think before I say “yes.” My time is precious and I often try to cram more than humanly possible into one day. I am going to think practically about my schedule and my time before committing to any and all projects. I like to complete all tasks with integrity and realize that this cannot be accomplished when your exhausted.

11. I will not be the person I don’t want to be. I will not be petty, jealous, or envious, or give in to any other of those lazy emotions. I will not gossip or speak badly of others, no matter who I am with or what environment I am in. I will not be negative when it is easier to be positive. I will not hurt others when it is possible to help. I will know the temptations, situations and environments in life that I must avoid, and I will, in fact, avoid them, even if it means loosening relationships with others who “live” in those environments. It’s my life and that matters more than what other people think of me.

12. I will be a sponge. I will read more and listen more and watch less TV and talk less. Absorb, Absorb, Absorb; Learn, Learn, Learn. BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS.

*some thoughts expressed here are not entirely my own. This list was compiled with excerpts from 12 Rules I Live By by Craig Ballantyne Editor of EarlytoRise.com


Forgive us Spring

1. Even though it’s snowing I can feel spring coming over me. Waking me up. Shaking me up.

2. Even though I am still in my pyjamas I can feel inspiration. Waking me up. Shaking me up.

Instructions for the day: 

Go sing, too loud

Make your voice break- Sing it out
Go scream, do shout 
Make an earthquake…

Thoughts for the season:

You wish fire would die and turn colder

You wish young eyes could see you grow older

We should always know that we can do anything

Go drum, too proud

Make your hands ache – Play it out

Go march through crowds

Make your day break…

You wish silence released noisy drummers
You wish white noise surrendered to summers
We should always know that we can do everything

Go do, you’ll know how to
Just let yourself, fall into landslide

Go do, you’ll know how to
Just let yourself, give into flood tide

Go do!

Tie strings to clouds
Make your own lake – Let it flow
Throw seeds to sprout
Make your own break – Let them grow

Let them grow, Endless summers
Go do, endless summers!

You wish surprise would never stop wonders
You wish sunrise would never fall under

We should always know that we can do anything

Go do!

Put your right foot in, put your right foot out. something something something..shake it all about!!


So, it’s March and I keep thinking it’s still February. Time keeps flying by so fast and suddenly I’m 25!

well, not yet… but soon. so soon. and I just






TODAY (thus far)

This morning I was a lion. no shitting… I taught “dance” at a daycare. I taught two classes.

one class of toddlers (code for: still in diapers)


one class of Pre-Schoolers (code for: no diapers, but sometimes there are still accidents).

Despite the smell of dirty diapers lingering in the air the kids were damn cute and I had a great time. a GREAT time.

most of the time when I look at little kids all I can think of is that video Baby Trashes bar in Las Palmas or that time we were at a concert and laid in the grass and watched all these kids fucking around. Upon closer inspection the kids were acting almost as fucked up as we were.

Image: kids at music festivals _ dancing around

oversized headphones on,

naked or nearly, dancing, falling in the grass. staring at the sky. wrapped in a poncho.

drunk parents. dreamland.

We started the class as lions sleeping on the floor and eventually progressed to the hokey pokey, 5 little monkeys jumping on the bed and finished’er off with an old friend: skinamarinky dinky dink. I looooove you! *oh sharon, lois and bram. where are thou?*

I have a vivid memory from my childhood of my mother and I singing those ever so indicative words: “I love you in the morning, and in the afternoon” driving in my dads big blue GMC truck.

I remember I would always so eagerly refer to that truck as “Jimmy.”

“Are we going in the Jimmy?”

I called it that because my parents called it that! …and I just followed suit. However I was unawares that the truck was called that because that was actually the name of the truck brand… I just thought the truck looked like my uncle “jimmy.” (I still do)

Conclusion: Daycare is fun.

I like working hard.

so here I sit, working hard.

but I see the fun I see it everywhere. and I have some.

but that also does not satisfy the way I think it will.

Then you want the love and you get the love and it is perfect. but still there’s that itsy bitsy spider climbing up the water spout. the rain washes that spider right out but damnit the sun comes out.. dries up the rain and up that spider goes again.

I think there’s a spider in my brain. That spider that just keeps weaving that sticky webbing where outlandish dreams get stuck and suddenly I am daydreaming about how one day I could be the Prime Minister of Canada. or I start writing my speech… “don’t forget to thank the Academy. Don’t forget to thank your mom, should I thank god? Do I believe in god? Shit don’t talk too long getting the music is embarrassing, short and sweet,  short and sweet”

Will I ever be more than this?

who cares?

What is more than this anyway?

Why? So I can live in a big house and worry the day away in my million dollar closet? 

In the last episode of girls Ray asks that pretty girl “what do you want to do?” or “what do you want?” “or “what are your dreams?” or some inane generic 20-30 something broken record question to that tune.  and she answers that she wants to sing and then he says sing and then she sings then he says well if you want to sing then sing. and her voice is alright. If she starts singing and gets famous or some BS then I only liked that show up until that moment. Screw that… the whole point is that she has an okay voice but she won’t get famous. life isn’t like that (at least as far as I can tell) you can only follow your dreams within reason. like that pretty girl is just got an okay voice so she should be a singer? Isn’t there a big difference between should and can?

like does she have any connections in the music industry? any vocal or musical training? What’s she gonna do? just start singing at open mic nights? like don’t you have a job? or things to do like sleep or see your friends or update your social media profiles? ugh I hate TV mostly because they (the people on the TV) make me feel like I should be pursuing my dreams but then I ask myself what I want – what are my dreams and that question in itself packs enough punch for a life’s worth of soul searching before a life’s worth of work can begin in order for the dreams to come true.

What it looks like to me: you grow up being told to dream. in high school they tell you to figure out what your dream is. you spend your 20s/30s either pursuing your dreams, being told your not qualified to pursue your dreams or in my case figuring out exactly what your “dreams” are and then you turn 40 and your too fucking busy for any of that shit. you spend 50-60 worrying that you never pursued your dreams and your too old now. then 60-70 you are actually getting too old to pursue them (physically). 70 your lucky to be alive and your dream is just to wake up tomorrow – and not have to answer the phone to hear that another friend/family member has passed and maybe *if you’re lucky* you’re surrounded by young people so you can listen to them talk about their dreams. 80 you dream about Florida. 90 you dream about your youth and 100 you dream about nothing because you’re senile and can’t remember shit.

Conclusion: While I ponder my dreams and attempt to satiate my appetite for unanswerable questions I might as well be having the best fucking time ever.

….And THAT is what it’s all about!

My “dream” Music Festival Line-up for this summer:

March 20th – Canadian Music Fest ~ Tickets? Check!

June 8th – Field Trip ~ Tickets? Check!

June 10 – 16 – NXNE Music ~ Tickets? YES PLEASE!

July 4th – 14th – Ottawa Blues Fest ~ Tickets? humph.

July 26th – 28th – Hillside Outside ~ Tickets? Onsale: May 4th

August 8 – 10 – Squamish Valley Music Festival ~ Tickets? Money?

and maybe a few more… MUSIC!

Summer – HERE I COME.

How can you swallow so much sleep?

What’s so wrong with sleeping in?


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Stay young, Go dancing.

in another day in another box.

My sister leaves for a 4 month study abroad to Konstanz Germany in April. And I am not.

I know, I know.

I’ve got important “adult” – esque shit to do. That’s fine. Ish.

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*wish one:



During Chinese New Year celebrations, the Taoist White Cloud Temple in Beijing has a ‘wishing tree’, which people tie their wishes for the new year to.

We don’t all have access to a wishing tree, but January is the time when we all have to get warmed up and ready for the year ahead. A lot of you have Q1 targets on the brain, along with the reasons why you might not hit those targets and the repercussions if that happens. It’s easy to let those new year blues get on top of you. It’s easy to just wish that it was spring already, that the sun was coming up a little earlier, that the mornings were a little warmer, that work was a little easier.

But there’s not a lot of point in spending time wishing. Despite people spending massive amounts of their time on it, wishing never changed…

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If everything seems under control, you’re just not going fast enough

– Mario Andretti

2013 mantra