Relish12.6 Light Bulb Moments…

6 Dec

Relish12.6: Light bulb moments…

Insight and inspiration know no schedule and worry not about convenience. We consider ourselves lucky when they strike us at all, ill-timing aside. What light bulb moments did you have this year?

I do not want to work, full-time, for someone else for the rest of my life.

I have two dream end games:

1) I work part-time for someone else (preferably maintaining health benefits and a pension) and spend the rest of my time freelancing and dabbling in long-narrative* writing.

2) I own a bookstore.

What it comes down to is that I can’t work a limited-creativity job for the rest of my life. I can’t. It’s killing me.

With great discovery comes great responsibility. Now that I know this, I need to change it. I need to change it.

So I am. I’m practising writing every day. I’m allowing ideas, no matter how silly they seem, to be explored “on paper.” I’m researching my way through the world of the freelance writer. I even have a first-reader, someone I’ve been sending my silly ideas to, who’s giving me awesome, honest feedback (which I am very excited to address in re-writes).

These are shuffling baby steps, but they’re making me a bit happier. Day by day.

My “light bulb moment” is that I do not want to work, full-time, for someone else for the rest of my life. I want to work, at least part-time, for myself. It’s a moment of inspiration that adds as much pressure as it relieves. On one hand I have the excitement of passionate discovery and planning. On the other hand, I still have a mortgage to pay. Now I get to figure out how to balance my make believe world with reality. I get to figure out how to make unicorns comfortable behind a white picket fence.

Arkells – On Paper (Accoustic)


*Novels. I want to write novels. I just don’t like calling them novels, it seems pretentious when all I have are a few random paragraphs slapped together from bizarre, stray thoughts.


Relish12.4 & Relish12.5

5 Dec

Again – this is Rebecca Murphy‘s close-of-the-year project: Relish12.

Relish12 Day Four: Magnify…

If you could select one moment, one instant, from the last year and magnify it, which would you choose? What would you focus on? Where would you go in closer? What would you make bigger…why?

Okay. I’ve been thinking about this a great deal. I have had some pretty wonderful days, some terrible days and some mediocre days. There is one that stands out, but I don’t want to blog about, not in detail. In that day was a moment I would go back to in an instant. I would relive it in a heartbeat.

I would focus on the overwhelming sense of wonder. I would close in on the joy. I would make bigger the sense of . . . everything.

But I’m not going to talk about it. Not in detail. Suffice to say? Best day of my year.

Relish12 Day Five: A soft place to land…

Over any twelve months there are bound to be bumps in the road, rough patches, and bruises to bear. The other side of these scrapes and hazards is the place you find where there is solace and healing and home. If we’re lucky we always find ourselves with a soft place to land. Who, what, or where was yours this year?

mephy. My soft place is mephy. Most specifically, his arms. mephy is the single best hugger I will ever encounter.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s the best day of my life, or the worst, there is so much comfort, support, encouragement and love in mephy’s arms.

I love him.

Volbeat – A Warrior’s Call


Relish. Everything.

4 Dec

Hi guys,

Long time no chat.

I’m sure we’ll talk about that, but right now I’m not interested – I have no good reason for being quiet, just too little time on my hands recently. I needed what (time) I had for non-blog-y things. I’m sure you understand.

Okay. So long-winded bullshit (you’ve all read a thousand times before) short: I need to write. I need to write daily. I’m not really a theme kind of gal, but I recently stumbled upon Rebecca Murphy‘s Relish12 project and I want to try it. I have some days to catch up, so bear with me for a bit until I get this all sorted.

All right – let’s get going.

Relish12 Day One: Your Mountain

We all face challenges during the year; some we meet, some we don’t. What was your mountain to climb this year? Did you reach the top?

My biggest stumbling block this year has been personal understanding and happiness. I have struggled with this, more than I have words to describe. Some days are better than others, some days make me want to stay curled up under my blankets and never, ever get out of bed again.

On the bright side? It’s getting easier to breathe. Things are getting better. I’ve had conversations with the right people and have more people lined up for more conversations and more work. It’s a process.

My mountain is self-acceptance and I have not reached the top. I’m still at the foothill stage of this climb, but I’m moving upward. One day at a time, one lesson at a time. Things are coming together and I know that I have one of the most amazing, encouraging support systems in the world. If I can keep moving, I’ll get to the top.

(Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to keep nudging me to continue. It’s so easy to stop and sit down, but the rest isn’t what I need. The agony of the journey and the reward that is seeing life from the top of this mountain is.)

Relish 12 Day Two: Sweet Treat…

Life is littered with sweetness, of all kinds. What was the sweetest treat you enjoyed this year?

Anyone who really knows me knows that sweets are not the way to my heart. I’m a savoury (read: cheese) girl, through and through. However! It makes my heart sing when the weather turns and the leaves change.

You can guess, I know you can.

Beyond the astounding, inspiring beauty of autumn is the Pumpkin Spice Latté. Oh yes, that wonderful, aromatic, perfect, smooth, amazing treat. That first PSL order of the year tickles me. It’s one part favourite season, one part amazing drink and one part wonderful memories of coffee dates long passed. It’s kind of neat how so many experiences and feelings can be wrapped up in one single, little drink.

Relish12 Day Three: Let Go…

What did you let go of this year? This could be a specific belief, or a relationship, or something else in your life.

Relationships. I (started to) let go of relationships, this year.

See, I completely (rationally) understand that people grow apart. I accept it and celebrate the idea of learning from every experience I have.


I have a problem with “losing” friends. It makes me feel as though I haven’t tried hard enough or that I’ve done something terribly wrong. Truth is? Sometimes friendships just run their course – and that’s okay.

In climbing my mountain, I am working on letting go of relationships that are toxic to me. One-sided endeavours from which I garner nothing but heartache. This is not okay. It’s not healthy, and it’s just not the way life is supposed to be lived. It also doesn’t make the other side of this relationship a bad person any more than I am a bad person. We just aren’t a successful pair. Our interests, needs, wants and experiences just don’t jive. And that’s okay.

I am working on letting go of relationships that do not see me thrive. It’s a great, great thing. A bit painful, but the lesson is pretty exquisite.

Respect yourself(Image @ Women’s Rights News on Facebook)

While I understand that Day Four is actually today, I am going to leave you here. Day four is a great prompt and I want to take some time to properly consider my answer.

Thanks for hanging out, folks – I hope everything is coming up lollipops and unicorns for you all.

The Piano Guys – Carol of the Bells

(You need to listen to this. It’s freaking beautiful. Amazing. Wonderful.)


Concert Review: Nadina Mackie Jackson and the PGSO

4 Nov

I had the incredible privilege and pleasure of attending last night’s Prince George Symphony Orchestra (PGSO) concert, featuring a homecoming appearance by bassoon Master Nadina Mackie Jackson.

I am a pretty big fan of the PGSO and have attended more than my fair share of exquisite performances.  Each and every time, despite my keen knowledge of their incredible talent and professionalism, these musicians blow me away.  Last night’s event was no exception.

With recently inducted conductor Kevin Zakresky at the helm for his inaugural main stage performance, the PGSO wowed its fans.  We were warmed up with a selection from Handel’s The Water Music, which was brilliantly introduced by Zakresky, who set the stage perfectly with a bit of scandalous Handel history and a lively description of the scene we could have expected had we joined King George I for his concert on the Thames.  Once the King’s barge movement had ended, Zakresky had the fortune of introducing our bassoonist for the evening, the gal with the blue hair, Nadina Mackie Jackson.  With this introduction, my world changed.

Allow me to deviate from the music for a moment.  Before she began playing, Nadina borrowed the mic from Zakresky and humbly thanked the PGSO and her audience for the opportunity to play in her home town again.  She reminded us of the incredible talent housed in Prince George and she, and her prodigious tale of hard work and consequential monstrous personal accomplishments, inspired the heck out of me.

You need only to gaze upon Nadina a moment to know that you’re in for quite a show.  Sporting a shock of Smurf-blue hair, a breathtaking and outstandingly out of the ordinary pair of Canadian-designed gowns and an eye twinkle I could spot from the twenty-first row back, Nadina isn’t exactly what first comes to mind when you think of symphony soloist.  As soon as she puts lip to reed though, all preconceptions ebb.  Nadina Mackie Jackson is a testament not only to Prince George, British Columbia, Canada or the world, she is a testament to the spirit and soul of music.  Through her Grand Concerto for Bassoon and Orchestra (Hummel) and Concerto for Bassoon and Orchestra in C minor RV 480 (Vivaldi), Nadina so clearly demonstrates the beautiful, joyful passion with which she plays.  I know technical musicians and I know musical musicians; Nadina Mackie Jackson is a perfect marriage between a keen technical understanding and a truly musical, creative and artistic soul.

To conclude this show, Nadina bowed gracefully and allowed the PGSO the opportunity to continue to do what it does best.  Zakresky made a final introduction, just as lively as the last, nudging his audience into a parlour filled with Viennese aristocrats, before luring his symphony into Mozart’s Symphony #29 in A major.  Spell-binding.  The Prince George audience was held in thrall until allowed to burst into applause to show amazed appreciation for the evening’s spectacle.

To see Nadina Mackie Jackson accompanied by our remarkable PGSO was a special treat.  Thank you, and congratulations, to the PGSO, Kevin Zakresky and Nadina Mackie Jackson for the outstanding evening and for continuing to entertain and inspire through the art of music.


Fall Goals!

27 Sep

I am a dirty, rotten thief.

This post topic idea comes to you from the wonderful and amazing Melissa at Press Play.  I adore Melissa, guys.  Her posts are upbeat, well written and totally mad awesome.  So is she – the girl gets to meet rockstars and authors, for heaven’s sake!  She’s my hero – and I get to buy her a coffee the next time she’s in BC, or when I get out to that Jets v. Canadiens game (which will clearly not be this season – /Grrz)!  (Apparently I’m not a creepy stalker.  Mmmhmm.)


She wrote a post about her fall goals that I fell head over heels for.  So, I thought I’d give ‘er a whirl.  Here you go cats, my goals this season (keep me honest, people):

*Be more active!

While it’s true that Ayla and I walk every morning, that’s just not enough.  I need to get more physical activity in.  I need to in-line skate more while the weather still permits it, and then I need to buy the pair of ice skates I was chatting about this very afternoon (nephew-bug is going to learn how to skate this year, I can’t miss that – and it’s a great excuse to get on the ice with the family) and get out on them!  And hiking!  I have not properly hiked in yearsandyears and that needs to change.  I love to hike and explore.  Will have to get in a handful of good adventures before the snow flies!

*Write more.

Hey dead horse!  Lay still, I want to beat you some more!

True and still true.  But I’ve been doing better!  I have a reasonable blog track record these last few months and no less than three creative projects in the works.  (I also have two Super Top-Secret projects in start-up mode that I hope to debut soon.)


My husband, guys.  I need to date my husband.  I love him and his company is awesome, but we spend so much time at home!  This is great, we love home, but it’s fun to get in a nice Autumn walk (with pumpkin spice lattés), or a let’s-get-gussied-up dinner at our favourite restaurant, or (my personal favourite right now) a night out of town for dinner and then hotel fun.

*I, too, need to learn the art of a good to-do list!

I love to cross things off of my grocery list, what makes a to-do list any different!  Blog posts, chapters, short stories, picture cropping, lasagne making, cookie experimentation, three skates per week . . . all great things to prioritize and then strike from a well constructed list.  (I have a new day-planner for 2013 that I’m super stoked to use and hope that I will use.  With lists!)

*Take “Artist Dates.”

Cameron’s The Artist’s Way stresses this event big time.  You gotta, folks.  Even if you’re not looking to get something creative accomplished, you have to sort some time for yourself.  For me it’ll be a super awesome date with a latté, my laptop/Playbook/notebook and The Black Keys (because for some reason they are amazing to write to).

*Eat less crap.

I did wonderfully at this when I gave up junk food for sixty days.  It was awesome.  However, I am a whore for junk food (the savoury kind – anything fake cheesy makes my freaking day) and find myself binging more than I ought.  It has to stop.

There it is!  My fall in a nutshell.

How about you?  Do you have a list of goals for the next few months?  I’ve love to read them!

Fleetwood Mac – Little Lies


Happy birthday, Bob!

25 Sep

(Image @

Dearest Bob,

Another day, another letter.  I wonder if you’re tired of these by now.  I wonder if they make it to you….

Today is a different day.  Today is a bittersweet day.  Today is both your birthday and the two-month anniversary of your passing.  Today serves as reminder of the incredible gift I was given and the formidable sense of loss I feel every day.

Today was a good day.  It was a bright, crisp, consummate fall day.  You would have loved the leaves today – they were that perfect end-of-summer orange, scattered lazily over still-green grass.  For every leaf I tread over, I smiled a bit more.  Now that I think about it, I don’t know your favourite season, but I know that fall is mine and I know that the brilliant orange of it makes me think of your Halo Spartan soldier.  It makes me think of you.

Bob, thank you.

Today was a good day not only because my favourite season coincided with thoughts of one of my favourite people.  It was a good day because I remembered something I want.  I want  to be someone you would have been proud of.

You have taught me so much about life.  I understand forgiveness and acceptance more deeply because of you.  I see the world a bit differently because of you.  Case in point?  You have to promise you won’t laugh, but there’s an orb-weaver spider that has been living just outside of my patio door since shortly after you passed who has me in thrall.  I have, for a very long time, tried not to kill spiders – it’s certainly not their fault I have an unwarranted phobia of them – but this orb-weaver has borne a striking new respect for her and her brethren in me.  I adore watching her (from a very safe distance, behind a tightly shut glass door) as she constructs, deconstructs and inevitably reconstructs her home.  Spiders still give me the heebie-jeebies, but it’s lessening.  Again you have to promise you won’t laugh, but I’ve adopted Spider as a guide.  She was one of your totems, is a very important figure in life and mythology, and brings the past, present and future as well as the world of the living and the world of spirits together with her strong, gentle web – I can stand to learn a great deal from Spider.

Today is a first day, Bob.  Today you’ve given me a gift.  I yearn to understand life and to see the world as you did.  I want to accept without judgement and forgive without question.  I want to open myself to the world and truly be a part of it.  I want to do this for me and for the people I love.  I want to do this for you.  That is my gift to you today, I want to step into the world, leaving my security blanket tucked away safely, and become a part of it.

I love you, honey.  Always have, always will.  Your place is at the front of the line.  Evermore.

Rest well, ogre.


– vyxen

(Image @ Faye Nightingale’s Tumblr)

PS. I still want that hug, buddy.

On July 25th, 2012 my friend Bob (most familiar to me as “ogre”) passed away.  He is survived by a group of people I do not have adequate words to describe.  They love fiercely and support without question.  I am not only fortunate but so incredibly grateful to have been able to “meet” some of the people Bob held most dear.  They amaze me daily.  Thank you for your encouragement, stories, smiles and soggy shoulders – you are phenomenal.

Pantera – Planet Caravan


12 Questions from Kendra at like a bird…

18 Sep

Okay.  At this point, it should not come as any surprise that one of my most important sources of inspiration is Kendra from like a bird….  I’ve known her for a number of years now (though sadly I have yet to actually sit across from her and chat over coffee); we’ve chatted, we’ve exchanged letters, and she’s let me write for her on a few occasions.  I adore Kendra.  I don’t take the opportunity to say that as often as I should, but I do.  I have been privy to so much of the creative, and personal, evolution she’s shared with our little blogosphere and it’s been wonderful.  If nothing else, Kendra is honest.  If she’s having a bad day, she’ll tell you.  If she’s having a great day, she’ll tell you.  I appreciate that.  A lot.

One of the recent features on like a bird… is called 12 Questions wherein (bi-weekly) Kendra will “post a deep, soulful question that [she hopes] will encourage introspective, reflection and new understanding of self.”  You are invited to participate.  I am (this week).

This week’s question:

What is your perfect dream life?
Be as outlandish, fantastical and dream as hard as you can. Think of all the things you would love to do, experience and how you want to live. Let your mind be free to wander.

I want…

to adopt another rat.
to take a solo “creative retreat.”  I really need to re-charge my batteries.
to see the world.
to move to Halifax (or, at the very least, spend a few months there).
to write a book.
to quit my (full-time) job and freelance write.  (While rocking part-time work.)
to contribute to Inked and The Writer.
to tell you the answer to the question “if money (and age) were taken off of the table, what would you do with your life?”  (And I will, but later.)
to join roller derby.
to rock a sleeve tattoo.
to be comfortable in my own skin (again).
to spend my summers camping, hiking, kayaking and exploring.
to meet a fox.
to make my Nan proud.
to come to terms with my anxiety.  To understand where it comes from and to deal with it properly.
to help.
to try vegetarianism.
to experience adventure.
to understand what I need to do in order to see these dreams become a reality.
to push myself to my limits and then beyond them.
to try.

This has been an interesting year so far, folks.  Interesting good, interesting bad…vastly and overwhelmingly interesting.  I hadn’t expected my journey to my Self to engage me so violently.  I suppose that’s what happens when you wait so long to figure your shit out; once you start, things crumble and reality hits you like a tonne of bricks.

It’s a good thing.

Thank you K.  You make me smile and, best of all, you make me think.  You are an inspiration to me.

Mr. Mister – Broken Wings


Thirty Days of Writing: Question Number Four

16 Sep

Number 4→ Your first stories/characters. 

My first story.

Wow.  There’s a blast from the past.

I have absolutely no idea what my first story was, but I can tell you the one that I always remember the most fondly.  The one that hinted that maybe I could do this.  It was called Midnight Cove.  A story about a sea monster (distant relative of the Ogopogo) terrorizing San Diego.

Pretty much guys, pretty much.

Unfortunately I don’t have the submission date written on the final draft (oh yes, I still have the final draft and oh no, you will not be reading it), but I am pretty sure I wrote it in grade seven.

At any rate?  It’s not too terrible.  I mean the plot could be better and I did end it with a wedding, but the foundation’s pretty solid.  (And hey, I got an “A” for it – booyah!)  Pond scum that may someday become a complex life form, folks.  We all have our roots.

What about you?  Do you remember your first stories and/or characters?  Do you still have the old drafts and do you still read over them from time to time?

Allure feat. Christian Burns – Power of You


It’s my pity party, and I’ll drink as much damn gin as I want to.

8 Sep

If we were sitting down to have coffee together, I would tell you…

I need this.  I need to sit down and talk to you.  Thank you for agreeing to meet me.

If we were sitting down to have coffee together, I would tell you…

I want to talk.  I need to talk.  I just . . . can’t?  Or won’t?  I just can’t tell anymore.

It’s not easy.  But, like, really not easy.  I’ve been trying to write this post for the better part of this week.  I’ve spent hours drafting and re-drafting absolutely inane, lame pieces of narrative garbage.  It’s emo and pedestrian.


But that’s the problem, isn’t it?  That’s how I’ve been feeling.  That I lack in vitality, imagination and distinction; that I am commonplace, prosaic and dull.

If we were sitting down to have coffee together, I would tell you…

That I used the analogies of a snake needing to shed its skin and a thread pulling from the seam of a sweater, causing it to (yup) unravel, to describe how I’ve been feeling lately.

(That is how pedestrian I feel.)

Can I draw some satisfaction from recognizing that?  The diagnosis is poor, but the theory is that at least now I can start to treat the symptoms.  Right?  Or have we been here before?  Because we have.  You may not know it, but I do.

If we were sitting down to have coffee together, I would tell you…

That I don’t know where to go from here.

There are things I need to do.  For myself.  Things I need to do to enrich the soul I feel is a withered, paltry version of its former glory.

Writing, blahblahblah, skating, blahblahblah, walking, blahblahblah.  Things that make me feel a bit more like myself.  (But do you just nod to pay lip service?  Do you actually believe that I can do the things I want to do?  Do you think they’re ridiculous endeavours?  On one hand I think your encouragement is heartfelt, on another hand I’m pretty sure you give zero fucks.)  I even thought to list these activities, and others, in a new book.  A book about feeding my soul, wherein I would track and reflect upon the breadcrumbs I drop to lead me back to myself.

But I worry.  I worry that I would spend more time writing things than allowing them to wash over me in a properly revitalizing wave.  I do that, you know?  I stand and watch from the sidelines.  I take notes and form opinions.  I ponder life and sometimes, if properly inspired, write about it.  What I don’t tend to do is actively participate.

If we were sitting down to have coffee together, I would tell you…

That this is why I’ve reacted the way I’ve reacted.  This is why I have added undue strain to no less than two personal relationships.  I stand, I watch, I take notes and I analyze.  I compare.  It’s not healthy, but it’s certainly not unnatural.  I see things I envy, things this life will not allow me to experience, and I withdraw.  I pull away, I hastily slap up walls, and instead of being encouragingly enthusiastic, or even apathetically accepting, of something fun, new and exciting, I put on my Batshit Crazy hat.

I’m not sure I can be sorry about it.  I’m pretty certain I’m not sorry about it.  It is the way it is.  I am actually sorry that I reacted at all.  It wasn’t worth the trouble.  But I do that.  I speak, and write, without thinking.  What I should do is think or draft all of my crazy into one contained mess and then walk away.  For days.  Then, when I come back (if I come back), I can replace that lunatic hat with the one that Little Miss Rational wears and we can stand to sit in the same room together.

But that’s what I should do.  It’s not what I will do.  I’ll try to, but I won’t make promises.  I’ve learned that much about myself.  I react the way that I react and deal with the fallout later.

(Auburn sits tidily on the redhead side of the teeter-totter.  I have a temper.  Fucking deal with it.)

If we were sitting down to have coffee together, I would tell you…

That I’m tired.

I’m too young to be this tired and too old to be entertaining this much personal angst.

If we were sitting down to have coffee together, I would ask you…

If you have any liquor to add to this coffee we’ve been drinking.  I need it.

(This version of this quote and image is all over the place.  I cannot even begin to suss out the proper linkage.  Let me know if this is yours – I’ll link you up!)

So this “If we were sitting down to have coffee together, I would tell you…” idea came from Shaina at Shadylane (specifically here).  It struck me as a suitably wonderful way to “talk.”  I do my best actual, legitimate talking over hot beverages with people I adore.  It’s safe, accepting and comfortable.

Quid pro quo.

How are you?  If we were sitting down to have coffee (or tea, if you prefer) together, what would you tell me?  What’s on your mind, honey?

The Black Keys – Ten Cent Pistol


Oh.  I’d like to leave you with this, too.  It’s a quote from Stephen Fry.  I’m not sure it’s an exact quote, but from what I’ve been able to figure it comes pretty close:

Certainly the most destructive vice, if you like, that a person can have – more than pride, which is supposedly the number one of the cardinal sins – is self-pity.

I think self-pity is the worst possible emotion anyone can have. And the most destructive.

It is, to slightly paraphrase what Wilde said about hatred (and I think that hatred is a subset of self-pity, not the other way around) it destroys everything around it except itself.

Self-pity will destroy relationships; it will destroy anything that’s good, it will fulfill all the prophecies it makes and leave only itself.

It is so simple to imagine that one is hard done by and that things are unfair and that one is under-appreciated and that if only one had a chance at this or if only one had a chance at that things would have gone better: you would be happier if only this.. that one is unlucky.

All those things. And some of them may well even be true.

But to pity oneself as a result of them, is to do oneself an enormous disservice. […]

I almost wanted once to publish a self-help book saying “How to be happy” by Stephen Fry.

“Guaranteed success”

And then people would buy this huge book and its all blank pages. And the first page would just say:

“Stop feeling sorry for yourself

and you will be happy.

Use the rest of the book to write down your interesting thoughts and drawings.”

And that’s what the book would be and it would be true. It sounds like “oh, that’s so simple.”

But, of course, it’s not simple to stop feeling sorry for yourself. Bloody hard. Because we do feel sorry for ourselves.

This version was nicked from a blog called Pootability.

Super Awesome Hobby: In-Line Skating!

19 Aug

Okay.  So it’s absolutely no secret that I am a huge fan (in the Gil Renard sense) of the movie Hackers.  I have been since the first time I watched it . . . at a sleep-over birthday party in the ‘90s, yes!

That fateful premiere was also my very personal introduction to in-line skating.  I’d been roller-skating a handful of times, and I’d seen folks strap in-line skates to their gams, but before Hackers it just didn’t enter my realm of interest.  I am not ashamed to say that one of my favourite extracurricular activities is film-inspired.

Sadly, the end of high school saw an end to my skating.  My family moved away from our little home town and I was exceptionally shy and consequently made no friends that last summer before I began university.  Then there was university; my first two years of post-secondary saw me living in the residence buildings at The School On Top Of A Giant Hill.  No skating there.  (Okay, I could have gone off campus.  To be honest, by then in-line skating was among the last things on my mind.)

Long story short: I didn’t strap the skates on again until this summer, some twelve years after I graduated high school.  That, my friends, is a long time.  Too long.

But, better late than never.

Last month was my first foray and holy mother of WOW was it bad!  I should have had training wheels.  (At the very least one of those “walkers” you used when you were learning how to ice skate as a kid – remember those?  Pretty slick.)  But!  I persevered.  I was pretty shaky, but I was also in a fairly un-busy part of the city at the time and let’s face it, it’d been over twelve years since I’d done any skating of any kind.

I’ve been out a few more times since and holy! has it been fun!  Skating, I’ve found, also pairs super well with my first love: walking.  I can’t reach all of the targets I’d like to with walking, or hiking (I am not a jogger folks, not at all) no matter how extreme the hills I choose to climb.  But throw a good skate into the mix and I’m aces!

I have to say, it’s pretty freeing to get a little more speed going.  Bonus points: I’m still getting my skate-legs back so I find that I concentrate more on not falling than I do on the day’s bullshit.

Want to see the ridiculousness of my skates?

Okay, so these aren’t mine.  These are skates I found on an internet search, but they’re basically the same model.  Mine are blue where these are red and I haven’t removed my brake (ye gods – talk about taking your life into your hands).  But at the end of the day?  Yup, mid-‘90s Bauers.  (Don’t worry – I’ve been out enough to justify a new pair next year.  Plus side?  No one does this anymore so they’re pretty affordable – and it’s all about the Rollerblades now folks.  Legit.)

How about you guys?  Do you in-line skate?  (If you’re in the Prince George, BC area – where do you skate?)  If not, what’s your poison?  And hey – have you ever been inspired by a film to pick up a hobby?  (If not, you should.  It’s pretty awesome.)

Okay.  We can’t walk away without tapping into OTV.


The Prodigy – Voodoo People (Pendulum Remix)