This post is definitely late, my birthday was almost 3 weeks ago on the fifth of March. For the last few weeks I’ve been working so much that I haven’t found much time for myself, let alone sit down and write a blog post. But here we are and I’m glad I found the time to put in some updates!
In 9 days time I’ll be moving into a new apartment and away from the two girls I’ve lived with for nearly a year. It’s bittersweet. I’m excited to decorate a new place and get out of a house that has leaks, drafts, mice and paper thin walls. But I’m sad to leave these two wonderful women and the birthday dinner they made me really made me realize this. There was balloons, wine, spaghetti with vodka sauce, garlic toast and the piece de resistance, Worms in Dirt! I loved it.
But this was actually one of three special dinners I had over my week long b-day celebration. On the evening of my actual birthday my Aunt and Uncle made me an array of delicious pizzas, followed by my Moms wonderful carrot cake and a showering of beautiful gifts from my family. Then, on the Saturday following, Neal and I got together and cooked up a steak to celebrate our combined birthdays (they’re 5 days apart). It was fantastic to have a low key b-day this year, I felt so much love and had so much stress free fun!
It might sound strange, but lately I’ve really started appreciating taking the bus. This wasn’t always the case, I used to detest it. Waiting forever in the cold, having to transfer ten times to make it to your destination and the lack of adequate bus shelters made taking the bus a huge headache. While these issues are still mainstays of Winnipeg transit, I’ve become lucky enough to bypass them.
Last year I moved into a house 1 block from portage avenue, and as it turns out this is the only place to live where it makes sense to own a bus pass. I’m sure some people can disagree and say they get excellent bus service in their neighbourhood, but I challenge you to walk to your bus stop night or day and wait less than 5 minutes on average for a bus to show up. I’m so spoiled that I don’t bother to check when the next bus is coming before I leave the house, not a bad perk.
Now that I can rely on public transit again, I can easily dismiss all the cranky bus driver and rude riders and I don’t complain nearly as much about the outrageous fares! Too bad I’m apartment hunting now and will likely lose my prime bus privileges, but for the time being I’ll just keep my rose coloured glasses.
I think this idea has the potential to be a regular post on this blog! Hear me out: I was having a bath today (in the dark, with candles lit and The Rural Alberta Advantage playing) and started thinking to myself how much I love taking baths. Really long baths that result in pruney hands and not really feeling that clean, but leaving the bathroom as relaxed and clear headed as a person can be. I remember loving baths when I was a kid. I would spend hours in the tub playing with Little Mermaid toys and wishing I could live under the sea with Ariel and Flounder, and today I realized that I’ve been slowly falling back into love with being in water.
I’ll make a bit of an aside here and explain that I started hating being in the water as soon as I started working as a swimming instructor, a mini-career that lasted from 2007 until last year. Standing in the water for 3 and 1/2 hours trying to pull children away from the wall of a pool while their parents scowl at you from the lobby is no longer my idea of a good time. I must admit that getting toddlers to put their faces in the water, and perfecting a teenagers breaststroke, are extremely satisfying moments, but they are too few and far between to make everything else worth it. But back to the love.
Over the summer I started swimming laps with a friend of mine who has goals of competing in several triathlons next year. While I struggled to get back into shape and keep up with her work load, I managed to look forward to hopping into the pool with her several times a week. I’ve had conversations with people who think swimming laps is the most boring and uncomfortable form of exercise out there, and I understand their frustration but that’s exactly the reason I love it. There are no distractions. No music pumping you along, no tv screens obstructing your view, and no giant muscle heads staring through your sports bra. This little revelation came to me today while I was in the bath. I realized I was enjoying myself so much because I was forced to be alone with my thoughts, I couldn’t play with my phone or google cat photos, I could only hang out with myself.
All in all the water makes me happy. And that my friends is what I would like to share more regularly: the things that make me happy. I’m imagining a sort of laundry list of things that make me smile on the regular. The only premise being that these things are free or low cost as opposed to a list of things I want to but to make me happy (these posts are weird and I’ve seen them posted on a bunch of other blogs). Also I promise these “… = Happy” posts won’t all be as long as this, I feel like I’ve been…rambling.