Thursday, September 20, 2018
I’m not too fond of bragging or people who make talking about themselves and their achievements a habit, but sometimes I think (if kept in check) tooting one’s own horn is perfectly fine. I mean, maybe we can’t accomplish everything we set our minds to, (otherwise I would be able to fly like Superman by now) but we are capable of quite a lot. And in this fast paced crazy world that can be very demanding, how often do people have the time to properly pat you on the back. There’s nothing wrong with a little self-love and talking proud about personal successes.
So I am not meaning to brag here, and I sincerely hope that is not what you take from this, but it is what it is. For so many years I did not understand, and as I felt a need to not only give back but also accomplish, I felt it was not something to talk about.
I worked hard at trying to understand.
I worked hard at achieving the things I have.
And I am proud about what I do to contribute.
It hasn’t been easy, but I have managed to get my head up and move forward.
Diplomas, certificates, careers, accolades, presentations. I’ve done a lot, seen a lot and accomplished a lot. It is through my volunteering, and life in general really, that I have crossed paths with many different and unique individuals, and it is for this reason that I say what I do. Because we all deserve to talk the talk and walk the walk every once and a while; and it is very easy to become overwhelmed and forget.
We have all accomplished things, and when it is of the right mind, we deserve to step out of the shadows and feel a little glory. To be proud. To toot the horn. And so many who should see, do not. So many who should be and feel confidant, are not.
Daily routines can be difficult. Fear can be consuming. Things can get ugly, messy and sad. I know these things all too well. So when you have a chance, even if it is just for yourself, even if for just a moment or two, toot the horn. Close your eyes and stretch out those arms. Feel and smile at the accomplishments. Know that you can. Be your authentic self. Find those qualities, build the skills. Know that you are deserving.
Life can be hard, so reap the rewards when you can.
Tuesday, August 7, 2018
Some boys like girls;
some girls like boys;
some boys like other boys;
some girls like other girls.
Acquaintances, friendships, intimacies...
Acquaintances, friendships, intimacies...
What matters is what is on the inside, the heart and the feelings it creates. Sounds simple; makes sense. But is it? Not so much for this boy.
It is difficult to understand; difficult to understand others; difficult to understand myself. People. What am I supposed to say? What do I do? What is it supposed to be like? But maybe, there is no ‘supposed to be’. Maybe it is my old brain complicating things. Shouldn’t those feelings that the heart creates be good and simple? Good and simple don’t drain me; they don’t exhaust me.
Trying to get out of the way of myself and around my own thoughts can be a challenge. Is this part of human nature, or just my nature? Boys and girls, friendships or more, I don’t think they should be complicated. I understand struggles and challenges; I understand working hard for something you want; but I don’t get complications of the simplest nature.
Health issues, disability challenges, financial stress, life in general. These are the complications to worry about, the ones we cannot necessarily control. Boys and girls and feelings from the heart… them not so much.
Maybe I’m just a simple boy with too many fairy tale dreams. I just don’t understand when simple feelings of the heart became replaced with surface complications. When did we start to accept that something worthwhile was something of hard labour?
The feelings between boys and girls and friendships and more, and how we get along. These should be precious things, not complicated ones.
Monday, July 16, 2018
Where does the time go?
I recall as a young kid me and my friends playing for countless hours (or so it seemed anyway) outdoors in the back fields or other surrounding areas of our town house. Dodgeball, tag, cops and robbers or even creating our own Olympic games of long jump or running track around a row of side-by-side homes, someone from the group staying back to clock our speed.
“Red rover, red rover.” We’d call for more time to laugh and play.
We always dreamed about growing up and learning to drive and making money; never did we give much thought to the jobs and responsibilities that came with those things. A break for a refreshing drink was clearly more appealing than the thought of paying taxes and hydro bills.
That anthropomorphic pitcher dude filled with the fruit juice, the mascot of Kool-Aid. Many times did I cherish his presence bursting onto the scene; because to me, not only did he represent a refreshing quench to thirst, but more fun; more time.
What happened? Where is the Kool-Aid Man now? The fun is still here, but maybe a little more distant, a little more rigid. The time, it seems a little more tight.
Fun isn’t meant to be scheduled, it should be everywhere in everything we do. I grew up, but I don’t need to leave the fun behind; just need to remind myself of that. We can’t let the craziness of society blind us to the good times that remain. “Red rover, red rover” may be a little different now, but the innocence of laughter should not be lost.
The daily quench for a little Kool-Aid… yes daily. It’s allowed. It’s time to stop saying “young at heart”, and just be, young at heart.
There is no need to wait for more time.