What I’m Reading: Redefining Realness: My Path to Womanhood, Identity, Love & So Much More by Janet Mock
I believe that telling our stories, first to ourselves and then to one another and the world, is a revolutionary act. It is an act that can be met with hostility, exclusion, and violence. It can also lead to love, understanding, transcendence, and community. I hope that my being real with you will help empower you to step into who you are and encourage you to share yourself with those around you.
I’m a sucker for sun flare on a gorgeous day. Being about 20 km southwest of Paris, the Palace of Versailles makes for a lovely day trip. It was the center of political power in France from 1682 when Louis XIV moved there from Paris until they were forced to return to Paris in 1789 when the French Revolution begun. The buildings and ground are not only a beautiful place to visit but a symbol of opulence during absolute monarchy.
Check out how meticulously manicured those spirals are. The grounds are almost 2000 acres in size and includes topiaries, fountains, and ponds.
A glimpse into the chambers de Mesdames.
New bookmarks. Learning more HTML and CSS. Seeing my older brother get married. Collecting pebbles and shells from places we travel. Mood rings. Fresh nutmeg. Sherlock. Copious amount of travel photos. Instagram. Following my arrow. Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds. The anticipation of In-N-Out Burger. How quickly my hair dries after I get a haircut. Toronto Public Library. Seeing the pattern emerge. Travel mugs. Pistachios. Autumn. Florence + The Machine. Honesty when requested. Soft landings. Watching fluff on planes. Sea salt. (Slowly) catching up on podcasts. Salad made by others.
reading A Journey to the Centre of the Earth by Jules Verne
thinking about gluten-free baking
making lists of pros and cons
listening to nostalgic music
drinking chai tea in summer (go figure–)
stretching expectations of myself
being the only me I have
remembering life is like a mop
researching travel for myself as well as others
preparing to see my brother get married this summer
appreciating the comfort of the Zen Apartment
The stars aligned and I finally was able to visit the Kitten and the Bear to have a chat with a fellow introvert. Fresh baked buttermilk scones and delicious seasonal jams, preserves, and marmalades. Delightful.
This last weekend my friend Stephanie participated in an art exhibit called ‘Untitled 272′. She created a floral installation to create a beautiful canopy that wove in and out along the ceiling. Capturing it with my camera turned out to be more complex than I anticipated but I think it’ll give you an idea of the soft woodsy feeling it invoked. And now I know my new favourite rose type is ‘Earl Grey’.
Check out more of her floral, plant, and nature explorations over at her blog, The Flower Hunter.
I went on a creative writing retreat this past weekend, care of Firefly Creative Writing. This video is made up of snippets and clips I captured in-between and during all the notebook scribbling I was doing. It was beautiful and calming….and much needed to properly be prepared for July to begin.
What I’m Reading: Let’s Just Say It Wasn’t Pretty by Diane Keaton
Don’t be impulsive…When in doubt, stick with black. Black will never disappoint. And always remember to accessorize. Don’t be timid. Paint those toenails and sticker them up. Embrace your arches. Don’t shy away from toe rings and ankle bracelets, either. Learn to take compliments. I haven’t, but you should. Compliments linger.
Having the ever thrilling combination of depression and anxiety often makes it difficult to a.) find motivation and b.) try new things. This weekend, I did both. I biked 20km today. And it all happened before noon.
As an extension to the Cognitive Behavioural Therapy course I took this past spring, I have been instructed to ‘try new things’ (even if I don’t enjoy them). Having depression means losing interest in previously enjoyed activities and part of my last depressive relapse has involved just that. So the focus here is more on the success of the participation than the enjoyment level of said activity. Following a plan instead of a mood.
With the help of my partner-in-crime, I dragged myself out of bed and prepped for a bike ride. I grumbled. I dragged my feet. I complained about there being ‘no point’. And somehow it still managed to happen. The scale on which success is measured is so varied when depression is a factor that I hesitate to add a label. Contrary to popular belief, I didn’t undergo any dramatic mood upswings as a result, but I did integrate a short term sense of pride into the rest of my day (!). Ten kilometres there and ten back. 20 kilometres on a new (to me) route. That’s something.