May 5th, 2017

Post #15: Seeing stars

Last Thursday evening, I had the chance to see a performance of “Miles Electric Band”. This group of incredibly talented gentlemen (some had traveled with The Rolling Stones) brought so much energy and life to the stage, and their sound was unlike one I’ve heard before. Led by Vincent Wilburn Jr. (Miles Davis’ nephew), the group came together to play from the heart and share with the crowd how Miles Davis had influenced them, goodness did they leave an impression.

That weekend, I volunteered at a Comic and Entertainment Expo. From behind the admissions booth I got to interact with a wide array of creative and excited individuals. It was Sunday, when I got to wander around the Expo myself, that I got to catch a glimpse of a number of famous faces. While walking around the autograph tables I briefly saw Nathan Fillion, Wallace Shaun, Billy Dee Williams, Corey Dee Williams, Steven Yeun, Mara Wilson, Colm Meaney, Kristian Nairn, Ruth Connell, and walked right past Patrick Warburton as he was headed back to his table.
What is exciting to me, (and a lot of other fans) about having these opportunities to be in the same room as famous people, is the fact that you get to be a little bit closer to the people that in one way or another have inspired you and impacted your life. Thank you to the amazing actors, actresses, musicians, authors and artists who have used their extraordinary talents and minds to change the way we live our lives and see the world.

March 18th, 2017

Post #14: New (hair)do

Yesterday, I did something that if you had asked me to do it a year ago, I would have asked you if you were crazy. I got my hair cut shorter than its ever been cut, and I got it dyed with purple highlights. Until more recently, I never even wanted to dye my hair. I was always too afraid that I would look ridiculous and regret the decision as soon as the process was over. I don’t know what changed my mind, something just snapped and there was nothing to do but try and hope for the best.

I had no idea what to expect. My ignorance led me to believe that the whole experience would only take an hour. Boy was I wrong. After nearly 4 hours at the hairdresser, and spending much more money than I had expected, I still managed to leave with a smile on my face. As I stepped out onto the sidewalk and gusts of wind blew through my hair, purple streaks falling in my face, I felt so wildly different, but I loved it. I felt like a completely different person. Maybe the positive result gave me a boost of self confidence, or maybe the fact that I hadn’t cut my hair in a year had gotten to me and the change came as a welcome relief. Whatever was going on in my mind, the dramatic transformation reminded me that maybe it really is good to go outside of your comfort zone once in a while.


February 22nd, 2017

Post #13: Never underestimate

Never underestimate the power of a five minute drive home that turns into an hour and a half because you and your best friend decide to sit in your driveway and have one of the deepest conversations of your entire friendship.

Never underestimate the experience of taking a train through a blizzard to go to a theatre to volunteer and help the lost audience members to their venues. There is something special about the feeling of helping another simply because you have the time of day. At the end of it all, you know that you made a difference in their day, and made their life a little easier. Who knows, your giving may even lead to you receiving. If you help out at a theatre, you might receive tickets to an orchestra for example.

Never underestimate the escapade of waiting outside in -30 degree weather for 45 minutes, for your bus to go to school for only three hours, to make you question if it’s even worth it. The longer you stand there, the colder you get, and after time your toes are so frozen that tears nearly start to well in your eyes. However, for whatever reason, you continue to stand there, knowing that eventually a bus will show up. You wonder if you’re crazy for sticking through it, and in the end you realize that if you’re passionate enough about something, you would go to the ends of the earth for it, so a little cold weather is not going to hold you back.

Never underestimate the experience of getting a ride from a colleague you barely know because you both have to attend a company event for a class. As long as your initial impressions of this colleague are that they are trustworthy and good hearted, your experience is likely to be more pleasant than you would expect. You learn a lot about a person in a few short minutes of conversation, and when you’re both attending an event that neither knows what to expect, you are likely to find yourselves having a lot of conversation. Ultimately, you will have each other for casual conversation when everyone else and their coworkers make you feel slightly out of place.

Never underestimate the feeling of either jumping in, or walking through a huge puddle of melted snow. Depending on the shoes you’re wearing, the sensation of cold water soaking through to your bare feet can be unexpectedly liberating. On the other hand, the sound of the water splashing and the resulting mess can bring you out of whatever gloom you may have been in earlier, and make you feel like a carefree kid again.

Never underestimate the beauty of a baby’s smile. The innocent little eyes looking up at you as they giggle about spilling their food all over the floor, or making a funny noise, can not be compared to anything else.

Never underestimate the power of an individual’s words. One person, has the ability to inspire you, or change the way you see the world, just by saying a few words that you feel a connection to. If you have something you need to say, about something in which you are passionate, say what you need to say. Yell it at the top of your lungs. Don’t hold back. Everyone has the power to make a difference. Never underestimate.


January 24th, 2017

Post #12: Music as an expression of emotion

If, for one reason or another, I was only able to use one piece of technology for the rest of my life, I would choose any form of music player. I could live without my cell phone, and the laptop I’m using to write this entry, but I don’t think I could ever go without a source of music. There is something so comforting about the rhythms, beats, and melodies of a song flowing through my head.

music |ˈmyo͞ozik| (noun)

1 vocal or instrumental sounds (or both) combined in such a way as to produce beauty of form, harmony, and expression of emotion.

Music is so much more than the sound. Music, regardless of whether it has lyrics or is simply instrumental, has the ability to convey emotion. Therefore, music can play off the emotions you are experiencing as you listen, putting into words the feelings you’re faced with. A song can be an outlet for the artist to reveal their emotions or story, and that the listener can find solace in or feel a relation to. Behind every song are stories, whether the story be that of how the artist came to create the song, the story of how you discovered the song, or the fantasy story that runs through your head every time you hear it.

More than anything, music is personal. Particular songs can spark memories of specific moments or people in your life that only you would think of. In this way music connects us, not only to each other, but to our pasts. We may remember a loved one’s favourite song and play it in their memory, or the song that was playing when we first met a new friend and play it to stir up happy thoughts of them.

“Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.” -Victor Hugo

Music can also be an escape. When listening to any given song, one may find themselves drifting off and losing themselves in it. The sound, may that be the gentle melody of a piano, or the deep and pounding thump of a bass, can help drown out the unwelcome noises of the world, numb your pain, and make you happy enough to dance around the room like no one is watching.

Thank you artists, musicians, and everyone involved in putting music out into the world. You have a way of touching each and every one of us.


January 20th, 2017

Post #11: Time flies

The first month of this new year is almost over. The fact that I was able to write that sentence, and have it be true, almost scares me. Where did all that time go? Sometimes it feels like as the days go by, time goes by faster, even when I know that isn’t possible.

Over the last few weeks I’ve been spending my seemingly short time cleaning out my house and meeting up with friends to catch up, reflect, and discuss the future. Life takes everyone in different directions, and staying up to date with loved ones may be difficult, but catching up and finding the opportunity to make conversation can mean everything.

I’m all for planning. In fact, I encourage planning, and in all honesty, I personally plan almost every moment of my life. However, I have also begun to recognize that we are often trapped in the busy, and sometimes constantly monotonous routine of our humdrum lives. Therefore, it’s  important to find time to be unexpected and spontaneous. Spontaneity may even grow naturally from a plan, as it has for me lately.

At the very beginning of the month I planned to meet up and go to a mall with a friend, which we did, and that lead us on an adventure. Eventually we were driving all over town, going to places we never expected to go. Then, another friend called me up the same evening, and without a moments notice we were sitting over hot beverages in a coffee shop discussing anything and everything.

A few days later, I had proposed to meet another friend after her shift at work to explore a few shops in the neighbourhood. Little did I know the night would also include us watching a movie we never planned to watch, and her encouraging me to try foods I thought would be years before I did.

Then there was yesterday. I had arranged to meet with yet another friend at my University, and I had no idea how long we would have together. It had been months since we had seen each other, and all of the plans we had attempted to make never worked out for one reason or another. Luckily, we ended up having a few hours together; a few hours of almost completely free time where we were able to wander around, and sit down and just talk. We let the conversation take off, and for a little while, I forgot about the time. I let the time fly while I was having fun, and I think we should all do that a little more often.


December 31st, 2016

Post #10: Another year over

Its that time again. The last day of the year. I hope that everyone’s holidays were filled with love and happiness. We’ve made it! We have survived the insanity, and utter unpredictability that was every day of 2016. Every one of us has gone through so much this year, whether it be in our lives as global citizens, or our personal lives. I’m so proud of all of us for making it through.

Reflecting on my personal 2016 year, I can reminisce on life milestones; including my high school graduation, 18th birthday, first university experiences, and the start of this blog, but I can also think back on all of the new friends I made, my old friends, my family members, and all the memories I made with them.

Though the world seems to be reflecting on the more unfortunate moments of 2016, I will do my very best to remember this year as a happy chapter in my life, when doors were opened for me and new stages of my life began; promising a new and exciting future.

Cheers to a new year full of joy, prosperity, health, and love.



December 14th, 2016

Post #9: (21 Gun) Salute

That’s it. I finished my first semester of my University certificate on Thursday; which means I’m also half way done, and now I’m anxiously awaiting my final course grades. While I’m waiting as patiently as I can, I am starting to make a ton of Christmas preparations, and go on other little adventures.

Saturday saw me at an orientation for an opportunity to become a Concierge volunteer in a theatre building. The experience led me to stand on a stage there is no other way I would have been able to, and learn much more about the building itself than I thought there was to learn. I look forward to seeing what happens when things are in full swing, and I work my first volunteer shift.

Last night. Wow. Last night I went to my first real concert. Real, meaning that it wasn’t a jazz concert, where everyone is seated and politely claps after each song. Real, meaning that I stood in a crowded room full of people for four hours, grooving along to the music, feeling the beat of it pulse through me; ears ringing. It was incredible. The opening band was amazing, even though I was completely unfamiliar with them. Then, when the main band came on stage, the energy in the room, though it was evident prior, exploded. Shortly after I discovered the band last year, I made the decision that whenever I was given the opportunity, I needed to see them live. They exceeded any expectations. Their love for their job was obvious from the smiles on their faces, and their talent and beautifully unique rhythms made seeing them perform a life experience I will never forget.