"Bless the moment... and the years will be their own blessing. Many of us
live life in a rush because it allows us to believe we are going somewhere."
-Jacob the Baker-


Friday, April 29, 2011

Dear Self (the end of a saga)

Dear Self,
As you must recall, the Winnipeg City Police informed us yesterday afternoon that you are required to go to your local detachment IN ALBERTA to have your criminal record/vulnerable sector check done, and that we tried to find loopholes without success, and therefore made plans for a lightning trip to AB to get one friggin' piece of paper. Not that we don't want to visit AB... just not under those circumstances. Well, Self.  You should thank your 11th hour hero of the day Angelle, 30 minutes, $15.50, and a 10 minute drive to the St. Pierre-Jolys RCMP detachment and post office.  Hurray for loopholes!  Papers in hand, we are now set to do job interviews.  But perhaps we should stop speaking in the second and third person, as interviewers may think you're a little bit odd.
Signing out,
Me

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Dear Self (part of the ongoing conversation)

Dear Self,
All the best things in life involve risk. You and I both know that. We both knew that moving to Manitoba had some inherent risks.  I know risk tends to involve some element of stress, but it need not lead to inevitable anxiety. What's the difference, you ask? Self, I'm glad you asked. A couple dictionary definitions should suffice:
Stress (noun) - pressure or tension exerted on a material object OR a state of mental or emotional strain or tension resulting from adverse or very demanding circumstances OR something that causes such a state : the stresses and strains of life.  
Anxiety (noun) - a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome : he felt a surge of anxiety.

My point is simple. Stress is an external reality to which you may choose to respond proactively. Anxiety is a reactive emotional state under whose tyranny you choose to remain a victim. Stress can produce positive results. Anxiety never does. Stress was the moment you discovered that you'll need to return to Alberta to obtain a criminal record check if you also need a vulnerable sector check. Anxiety was the unproductive emotional tizzy to which you succumbed for the next hour. Respond to the stress and manage the risks, Jenni-dear.  Take a deep breath and deal with the situations.
Yours (always and truly),
Me

PS - I'm sorry... I know you hate being patronized, so forgive my condescending tone in this note. I really think you're doing quite well and believe it's all going to work out just fine.
And PPS - I know you smiled really nicely for the woman behind the counter, asked appropriate questions, expressed your understanding of the purpose behind the policy, and thanked her for her time and help before leaving the building without a fuss, but I heard your internal "F-ing RCMP policy that requires I either change all my ID over to an address I don't have or drive fifteen hours to get a damn piece of paper!" It was almost audible. I don't blame you. In hindsight, I'm kind of wondering why you didn't at least vent it that way once you were in the relative privacy of your car. You're allowed to feel frustrated; just don't stay there.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Dear Self

Dear Self,
You're acting grumpy and withdrawn.  I know that you have valid reasons for your behaviour.  You are pms-ing.  You have pressing deadlines that you're scrambling to meet, the cumulative weight of post-grad unknowns, and a handful of other overwhelming stressors.  I don't want to sound invalidating because I know that withdrawing is how you're currently trying to cope, so I'll just ask... "How's that working for you?"  Is it making you more productive?  Happier?  Relieving stress?  Resolving your concerns and unknowns?  If so... by all means continue.  I suspect, however, that it's just digging a deeper pit in the bottom of which you can hide, but from which you must eventually climb out.  May I suggest that you adopt an alternative strategy for coping?
(Tough) Love,
Me

Friday, April 22, 2011

the dubious privilege

i had the dubious privilege today...
...of describing the distinct smell of weed to one of my sociology profs.
...of playing hide and seek in the church with a group of 9 to 15 year olds from winnipeg's inner city.
...of changing my phone number to match my location (i feel like an undivided person again!).
...of reading about garbology in qualitative research and imagining the fascinating possibilities for incorporating it into my project in inner city winnipeg.
...of making six variations on my newly minted resume to send off tomorrow before noon.

dubious privileges, you wonder... permit me to explain myself.  i think that privilege deprived of a slightly 'dubious' disposition is just a recipe for an attitude of entitlement.  take an example: i paid a lot of dollars for my education, but i received an education - something women in another era, a different culture, or a less privileged socioeconomic status could only dream of.  i deplore resume-building, but i'm grateful that i am an employable person with a college degree.  i feel a measure of sadness in cutting one (403) tie to alberta, but i feel enormously thankful that the land of the (204) seven-digit dialling has come to represent rich community for me.  nobody likes reading textbooks about research methodology, but i have the wonder of learning and then applying what i learn in real life.  the children were a gong show as the rain prevented us from being out and about, but i have the privilege of learning from and speaking into the lives of six wonderful ojibwe children who simultaneously delight, frustrate, fascinate, irritate, and inspire me.  

'dubious' without privilege breeds demoralizing despondency.  
privilege without 'dubious' feeds the ever-hungry spirit of the monster of entitlement.

life is full of dubious privileges, friends, and we are privileged people!  may we wholeheartedly embrace life's journeys, storm clouds and silver linings. 
painted for me by amy peters.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

eHarmony@Kijiji.ca

I am procrastinating. The best way to procrastinate from one kind of work is by doing another kind of work. That way, I can feed my workaholic inner child and evade the guilty feeling. For example, hang my hammock while procrastinating from house cleaning, house cleaning while procrastinating from homework, homework while procrastinating from job searching, and job searching/house hunting while procrastinating from going to the gym. Ie: Surf Kijiji looking for a summer sublease where I may lay my head at the end of the month.  On that note, did you know that Kijiji has some serious entertainment value? Cheers to some of my favourite finds.

Posted on April 12:
Wanted: So this may sound a bit odd but bear with me. I'm getting married in late May, and my fiancée had once told me that she has always wanted to spend a night in a barn. So I'm looking for someone who has a barn that wouldn't mind us spending a night in it. I'm willing to pay a negotiable amount. The ideal barn would be the 'traditional' red/white barn, preferably with dry hay inside for comfort. Thanks.
A roll in the hay on your wedding night? How supremely (dripping sarcasm) romantic. I break out in hives just thinking about it. Alternatively, I imagine this intro line, “Hi, my name is Joseph, and my fiancee, Mary, and I are looking for an affordable place to spend our honeymoon, as we are travelling back to my hometown for a visit...”

Aaaaw... this one gives me warm fuzzies:
Wanted: my wife and i are having a baby boy on april 28 and looking for a place to spend her confinement (while we're waiting for the baby), i know this is kind of last minute but someone backed out on me. we will be staying there for maybe 2-3.5 weeks. preferably a house/apartment close to st Boniface hospital or any bus that goes there, so if you don't mind us watching your apartment or living with you and waiting for a tiny baby with us.
If Kijiji had been operating in Bethlehem back in the day, Joseph and Mary might have found alternative arrangements. But then what of the couple who is looking for a barn? To each his/her own!

Posted on April 11:
If you're in Winnipeg for long or short term work or study project and need a friendly home, I am looking for a pet-free female for a furnished and bed bug free room. I'm late 30s, female and like if we can say "hi, how's your day" in the hall once in awhile.
If advertising a bed-bug free room is really necessary, that makes me kind of nervous. I can manage the occasional 'hi', however.

This group sounds interesting:
A huge room (complete with king sized bed and decorated with beautiful Indian fabrics) in a large, funky home in the west end is available from June 1 until Aug 31, 2011. We don't have cable (we don't watch TV). The house is really wonderful. It has a huge living room, dining room and kitchen (with enough space to hoola hoop in all 3 rooms!), along with a comfy 'pillow room' where we hang out and smoke hookah, which is also where our couchsurfers stay when they're wandering through. Anna (a cooky, fun loving playwright) and Adam (a creative Mr. Fix It) will be living here. It's a fun house, we're super open minded and crafty, we love to cook, we love to dance, we laugh a lot!
I'm thinking there's a grow-op in the basement.

And my personal favourite:
Hi my name is Dwayne – 34 year old male looking for an easy going roommate! prefer female roommates as i have had better experiences than males. anyone has anything gimme a shout!
He appears to be using his Facebook profile pic, complete with Oilers hat (which automatically makes him a good guy???). Have I stumbled onto eHarmony/Lavalife/Plenty of Fish speed-dating wherein you agree to cohabit with the candidate on first meeting? Is he looking for an easy-going roommate, or an easy roommate? And no doubt he's had better experiences with females than males... bahaha! Yes, my mind goes to the dirtiest and skankiest of possibilities, but if you were my dad, my brother, or a male friend, would you let me stay with 34 year-old Dwayne? Let's be honest, folks... We like to assume the best in people, but sometimes the best we can do is assume the worst.

PS – This doesn't count as procrastinating. I found these while doing perfectly legitimate house-hunting.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

On having mixed feelings

the feelings inspired by this mid-April season:
the end.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

where i'm at...

ten things i'm grateful for...
... twenty minute naps and my Nibs flavoured green tea and study dates with Amy... fuel for going on.
... a bottle of wine and dark chocolate, Fort Garry Dark and BBQ wings, and fifteen friends on a Friday night.
... rainy days with lots of laughter over Settlers games with Ruth and Matt and co.
... getting mathematical answers to life's most important questions from Kelsey.
... the letter B when it represents a grade on a paper, and the letter A when it appears on my transcript.
... eight hours sleep.
... 9 minute miles on the treadmill and Stephanie or Amanda's company while I do it.
... after-dinner Darjeeling tea with Mike.
... massages from Melissa's capable hands, and beautiful borrowed dresses from her closet.
... quiet soul-restoring Sunday afternoons spent alone in my room with my journal.

nine things i miss...
... road trips with Courtney, and our adventures to the east, west, and south.
... Second Cup dates with Chrissy.
... sitting in comfortable silence with Sarah.
... mountains, the YaHa Tinda and the feeling of standing under Bighorn falls.
... listening to my family play together in the music room while i sit in front of the fireplace with a book.
... coffee... but Lent will be over soon enough.
... telling Americans ridiculous lies about Canada.
... believing that i can do anything i put my mind to.
... Crossroads Church and Stu's wisdom over coffee.

eight things i look forward to...
... a road trip to Idaho and refocusing in my 'green pastures and quiet waters' of staying with Al and Daryl at Cedar Mountain Farm.
... visiting Oregon, loving my Oregon friends, reigniting my dreams.
... introducing my family to this place i have dared to call home.
... graduating.
... running a half-marathon in Niverville in September.
... seeing the finished product of the photography work of my wee little proteges in inner city Point Douglas.
... hanging out with Angelle and Stefan more next year.
... watching the movies on my movie list.

seven things i hope for...
... another road trip with Cort... so many places are possibilities.
... getting a pet chameleon and naming it Slowpoke, or 'Pokey-doodle' as a term of endearment.
... to keep my sense of adventure.
... visiting our old home in Congo with adult eyes.
... feeling like this place is home.
... the courage and the wisdom to go when I should go and stay when I should stay.
... a car that remains reliable to take me safely on many trips between here (wherever that may be) and there (all the places in between).

six things i plan to never do again...
... shave my head.
... make out in the back seat of a moving vehicle.
... stay awake for 59 consecutive hours.
... eat an entire half-watermelon in one sitting.
... eat still-moving octopus.
... chew my fingernails.

five risks i'm glad i took...
... getting on a southbound Greyhound headed for Colorado in 2003.
... quitting my job and disappearing on an adventure in Oregon (2008).
... practising for a week with the Pronghorn rugby team (also in 2003... a good year).
... living authentically (a risk we all may choose to take each day).
... applying for a job i felt grossly unqualified for; i found my dream.

four things i'm afraid of...
... losing sight of my big dreams in the pursuit of my small ones.
... losing sight of the people who matter to me in the pursuit of my dreams.
... making the wrong decision and wondering, 'what if?'.
... frittering away my life being paralyzed by the 'what ifs'.

three things i dream of...
... being a woman full of laughter and life when I'm 80.
... being in a relationship with a man in which I feel respected and secure, where I can journey toward loving and be loved in return.
... a life with better boundaries.

two things i dread...
... paying off my student loans.
... syllabi stress syndrome in September.

one thing...
... Today is one day, and the adventure of living is best savoured in this very moment.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Well folks...
My life is pretty boring right now.  I wrote an interesting research paper titled "Glossolalia in Pentecostalism Through the Eyes of Weber, Marx, and Mead: A Diachronic Analysis" (there's a mouthful for you - aren't you glad you don't have to trade places with me... it's basically the long way of saying that I analyzed how speaking in tongues has evolved and changed in the Pentecostal church from the perspective of some old dead guys who called themselves sociologists... I should have put THAT on my title page/in my thesis).  I wrote another paper... and another paper... and another paper (that was just last week).  I wrote another paper this afternoon.  And now I need to write another paper.  And another and another.  Before Friday.  But before I write another paper, I would like to procrastinate for just one more minute to tell you that I'm tired of writing.  And I'm tired of pretending that I like writing.  But like or un-like, I am a machine and I can gitter done.  So I will.  I will gitter done in the next one hour and twenty-six minutes, because at 10pm sharp, I intend to be where I am every weeknight at 10pm.  Taking a break with a bowl of mixed berries (and potentially Balkan yoghurt and honey mixed in too... try it sometime).  Congratulate me, folks!  I am now a person who takes breaks even when I don't have time to take breaks.  I watch movies, hang out with people, and sleep 8 hours at night even when school is breathing down my neck.  I (usually) do all things in moderation.  Except drink tea - which I still do in excess.  And the qualifier *usually* allows me to continue being a huge hypocrite at times while still feeling good about all the progress I've made.  I have never been so behind... I have never been appeared so un-stressed.  I have never been so afraid that the pressure will get to me and I'll crack like a rotten Easter egg.  But we all have limits, don't we?  And I've decided that one of my boundaries reads like this: "I will have a life outside of _____________ (work, school, etc.)".  And I will post again when the world turns right-side up again, when the sky stops falling a la Chicken Little, and when I stop running writing around in circles like a chicken with my head cut off.  Two weeks?  Two weeks...ish.  Unless you want me to start posting my papers as blogposts, which would be pretty lame.  Two-ish weeks.  I like qualifiers... -ish is a good qualifier.