Eventually, I’d like for us to be able to stroll casually through a wooded ravine. The concrete pavement just outside the doors of my apartment building will have to do for now. Riel has been moaning a lot lately so I thought that getting him outside might help. The balcony just isn’t big enough or… Continue reading Riel’s first walk outside in downtown Toronto
There’s a stickie note on my wall that reads, “Do yoga.” It’s been there for about a month. There are about 20 more stickie notes on the wall to the left of this one. Most of them are telling me to do something. I wrote them all.
It started back in November. I wanted a book on how to fold paper airplanes. I needed it soon because I was starting a unit on flight in a few days and needed a solid introduction. A quick walk through the Indigo near my place didn’t have what I was looking for, but I found… Continue reading Automating my Life
I got a pair of sweatpants and a new sweatshirt today. I haven’t worn sweatpants in nearly a decade. These leave a little bit of my ankle showing, just to remind me that I’m not fully exposed. My girlfriend has been on my case about wearing jeans when I should be more comfortable. She was… Continue reading Coming to terms with comfort
I don’t know why I ever thought that it would be any different, but I had just, I don’t know, dreamed of being a good painter. I never saw myself as a Picasso or Rembrandt or Klimt. I didn’t even see myself as a Ross. I guess, I don’t know, I just saw myself as… Continue reading I am not a very good painter
Over the March Break, I went home to Calgary for a few days. The visit was too short to do much more than hang out with my family but was long enough to interrupt the things I wanted to do back home in Toronto. Of course, I made a trip to Reid’s and bought a… Continue reading Cucumber Water
For the last few days, I have been going down a rabbit hole, trying to figure out why this statement rings so true for me. It’s new-agey, almost cheesy, and it’s a misremembering of a quotation from a movie about yoga that I was watching while lying, paralyzed in bed by back pain. Help?
5 am. My alarm goes off at 5 am. By 7:00, I had better be no more than ten minutes away from leaving for work. If I get to work by 7:45, I’m pushing it. Officially, I have to be at work by 8:30 and in class by 8:50. 45-65 minutes isn’t enough to get… Continue reading I remember how to do this
For almost every day this month, when I wake up in the morning, I put on a pot of coffee, play my racing car game until I run out of fuel, go poo, and then sit down to write my Morning Pages. It usually takes me anywhere from 45 – 90 minutes. By the time… Continue reading Nearly a Month of Morning Pages