I don't know whether I am proud or ashamed to admit this, so I'm just going to come out and say it. I have no idea how to use emojis in texts, Facebook messenger, Instagram, or anything else! And I like using them! I wish I sometimes knew how to use the shock/surprised face, the laughing so hard you cry face, or the face with the heart eyes. Emotion shows very clearly on my face and when I can't speak to someone in person, those little faces help me 'express' what I'm feeling.
Is it because some people have special phones? And when I say special, I mean not as ancient as mine. Is it only specific brands? HELP!
If you and I have messaged, you may wonder what I'm talking about because I do use some emojis.. But I am limited to the smiley face :) the sad face :( the 'meh' face :/ (yeah, I don't know what else to call that) and the super-happy/YAY face :D
Bottom line... I don't really have a problem here. Happy Monday everyone!!! Do something kick ass for yourself this week (and do something for someone else too) ;) (Oh, I guess I know the winking face too)
Why has it taken me a month to write about this? I have been sick with a horrid case of the flu (it's been going around) and I have not been able to kick it. So, here we go!
Do you have parents like mine that would have you write down resolutions when you were younger on New Year’s Eve? Mine even went as far as to take ours and seal them in envelopes… Never to be seen again. They probably ended up in the trash at some point. What does this mean? I have no idea if I ever fulfilled my resolution of marrying Jonathan Taylor Thomas. HA!
I haven’t made resolutions for myself in years. Mostly because I don’t think I would follow through on any of them. What I do write for myself now, are goals. I tend to work better if I have something solid to work towards. A resolution that I’ll go to the gym more may not happen. But, a goal that I can work towards seems doable.
I like my goals have a time limit. Like wanting to pay off a bill by a certain date, or finish writing a screenplay by year’s end. Giving myself a deadline gives me an extra push to get it done. Sometimes I don’t meet that deadline, but as long as I continue to work towards it, I know I’m on the right track and I don’t beat myself up over it. I write everything down in my planner and since I am a visual person, I post pictures on my cork board all year that serve as a daily reminder of what I'm working towards. To see how to put together your own Vision Board, see this post.
One of my goals this year is to build the audience for this site! I want to write about what matters to YOU and create a safe (and happy) space to come read, share, and learn. So I need your help to make this happen! Whenever I’m on the right track, share the page with your community. If you want to hear about something specific, send me an email. If you have questions, ask in the comments. I love creating these posts so I want to be sure you love reading them just as much.
Today, I wanted to post about selfies. Now, since I am a huge nerd, I actually looked this word up in the dictionary and while it states the origin of the word is somewhere between 2000 and 2005, people were taking selfies long before then (think 1800’s). If you’re bored and nerdy like me, google these images. So while some may like to blame millennials for this new trend, it really isn’t new at all.
Some may be quick to judge a ‘duck face’ selfie on Instagram, the ‘bathroom mirror outfit’ picture, the ‘arm flex’, ‘ass pic’, 'gym selfie' or the Snapchat filter images taking over any and all social media platforms. Before I get to the reason for this post, I want to share a little personal story.
I never took selfies before Snapchat! I probably had one good picture I took of myself because I happened to feel really good about myself that one day, but that was it. I shy away from group pictures. I turn away or leave the room when someone takes out a camera (something I am working on). So I never had pictures of myself anywhere! Even though I have had my Facebook account for over 10 years (yeah, I’m one of the first on Facebook and proud! Haha) I probably only had 20 pictures of myself on my profile. My Instagram feed had zero pictures of my face. A few months ago, I saw (mostly) women posting pictures using a Snapchat filter (you know the one, the yellow butterfly crown). I didn’t have Snapchat, but after a few days of seeing these pictures, part of me wanted to see what I would look like with the beautiful butterfly crown. I got the app, found the filter, and took about 20 selfies. I probably liked 15 of them. This may not mean much to some, but from someone who hated the look of their own face for years, this was a huge deal to me. I made a decision for myself. I was going to start posting pictures of myself more often on social media. For me. If you do follow me on Instagram, you can look back and see when these images started popping up. Most of these pictures have dog ears, some sort of flowers, or an animal face that has morphed my own, but that is still my face up there which was, and still is, a huge deal for me. Even after all these years, I am just starting to love my face, and as silly as it may sound, those filters have helped me get there. As time goes on, I don’t need much of a filter anymore. I’m starting to realize, that even under the flowers, that face was beautiful all along.
So keep using those filters and taking selfies of your outfit, curvy backside, abs of steel, and beautiful faces! Your confidence is inspiring and any negative opinion is just that: a negative opinion. If you love it, post it. The world can always use more of your beauty.
I decided to add in this section for little updates on life, and maybe to hold myself accountable a bit when it comes to my plans and goals for the new year. We'll see how this goes together.
My Christmas felt odd this year. It felt like it wasn't happening somehow. Probably because the last few nights before the 25th were filled with shifts at work and staying up until 3 and 4 am to finish off my dad's gift. And because it was horribly warm. And when I say warm, I mean hot. Christmas day shouldn't be hot unless you choose to spend your Christmas on a beach in the Bahamas. I forced my family to deal with the cold house as I cranked up the AC so I could wear a sweater to help get me into the Christmas spirit. It was a quiet day spent at home with family, and it was pretty perfect.
After Christmas was over, we had one day to clean up after the festivities and pack up for a week in Canada.
The trip, like every other back to my hometown, Montreal, was too short. Not enough time to see all my friends. Not enough time to catch up with family. Not enough time to go watch a Habs game, get my fill of poutine, or go tubing (sledding) down a snow covered mountain. The city is incredibly frustrating and infuriating while also being full of love and happiness.
The reason for the trip was to attend my cousin, Kristie's, wedding. I am so thankful we were all able to make it up (especially since this was the first time my Montreal family were able to meet Kate) and I have never had so much fun at a wedding before. The ceremony and reception were held at the Hotel Place D'Armes, a very smart move so we didn't have to travel in between (when it is snowing out, this is a big deal). The bride was absolutely stunning! If you know me, you know I bring the tears for anything remotely sad or somewhat happy. It was really hard to keep it together during the ceremony and some of the speeches. I was very glad to have my niece, Kate, as a distraction. When the music during the ceremony would stop, she would pipe in with an "Oh no! What happened?".
I also loved that my best friend, Jen, and her man, J.S., could join the party after dinner. My brother reminded us a few nights before that when we were all younger, my family and my cousin Kristie's family, would spend New Years Eve together watching the ball drop. I completely forgot about all the years we had done that (I'm pretty sure they all happened before I was 10, and we moved to the States when I was 13). So for the first time in a long time, our families would countdown to the new year together, and I had my best friend with me. Best New Year's celebration ever!
The rest of the trip was full of snow, being cold, being pushed into the snow, slipping on ice (my boots were pretty, not functional), snow, bagels, and snow.
I can't wait until I can get back to Montreal. I already miss everyone and can't wait to see them again! Sometimes distance sucks! But I know I'll be back and that a move is in my future... Where o where will it take me?