So my trip to Ontario was amazing for lots of reasons. I can’t begin to tell you how much I value the experience I had.But there was one moment among all of them that REALLY stands out. I was at the National Dodgeball Festival in Barrie, with a large contingent of my dodgeball family. I found myself in a loud crowded arena but in a moment of zen I looked around and saw that on all six courts there were twelve teams of women playing. That’s a MINIMUM of 72 women playing their guts out, kicking total ass. 72 women!!!! I was so amazed, so in awe that I actually began to cry. I love the women I play with here in Nova Scotia, they have become some of my dearest friends, nay members of my family. I am constantly blown away by their talent and passion for our game. We are a mighty group of woman but we are small in number. When I can’t make a game and I need a sub it can be so difficult, a problem that our dudes rarely have.
Our leagues here are almost exclusively co-ed and we play with some incredible men but sometimes it is difficult to not get frustrated and feel like teams are built around the male players and then the women are added based on league requirements which is just crazy because some of the best players I have ever seen were chicas!
Looking around at those 72 women I felt so proud to be with them (even if this time around I wasn’t dodging) and I was emboldened by all those strong, fierce ladies.
Sometimes I just pick up my camera and click to see what I get. Today was one of those days. Beauty in the everyday mundane bits
My skin, especially my scalp, has really been suffering this winter because of the dryness. Yesterday I was driven to my actual wits end, itching so badly I was almost in tears. So I decided to try a home remedy to see if I could get myself some relief. I turned to the internet because, well because I live in 2016. Each site I visited gave me pretty much the same “recipe” which called for the same ingredients, coconut oil, brown sugar and tea tree oil.
It kind of looks like I am making cookies, however the smell of tea tree quickly took care of that illusion.
I have to tell you this does not feel very nice. I am slimy and.. gritty. I hope this is worth it!
Well my hair feels lovely, it is soft and bouncy which is great EXCEPT it wasn’t my hair that was the problem it was my scalp and sadly there was no change. I am still itchy… but hey, great hair is a nice silver lining.
I had the most glorious Sunday!! Morning snuggles with the hounds and kitties. Amazing brunch with my work bestie. Great good, great booze and the best company a girl could ask for. The evening consisted of an AWESOME game of dodgeball, tacos and binge watching Nashville. I could not have asked for a better day!
Another day of flipping thru old pictures on my jam packed hard drive. Looking through all those years and I see the same face over and over, so similar, so different. I find the eyes so fascinating. Those eyes, her eyes… my eyes. Always a little sad, always a little silly, always the first thing I see when I look at a picture of myself.
10 years old. Clearly pre-braces.
13 years old, graded 7. Early adopter of the red lipstick heart break cure. Freshly dumped by SRR.
20 years old – No idea that life is about to TOTALLY throw me a massive curve ball.
22 years old – Wet hot mess! Tragic highlights and life a disaster.
25 years old – I think I know everything, but I don’t. Also I am befriending a man who is going to change everything.
31 years old – Never been so sure of something in my whole life. No matter what happens from here I know that I did something right!
41 years old – I know exactly enough to know that I know nothing. I am happy with my life. Meow.
The other day I was looking for an old document I had written so I pulled out my external hard drive and ended up getting lost in almost a decades worth of photos. I have literally THOUSANDS of pictures which is fantastic. I really love taking pictures and I pretty much take every opportunity I can but the real reason I have SO many is because I am totally a hoarder digitally speaking. I don’t delete ANYTHING. Which would be fine if every picture I took was a one a kind masterpiece but the truth is where I am shooting something I like it take dozens of pictures until I get THE ONE. I don’t need 23 pictures of a piece of toast! So starting today I am going to get off my lazy digital butt and start to clear out all the detritus. In the mean time I give you….
I have lived almost every single one of my 41 years on the east coast of Canada, perched next to the Atlantic ocean. That is not an insubstantial amount of winters. Why then have I never acclimated? When will evolution make me hardy enough to endure snow and slush and freezing rain. When will I get used to living in a place where the air hurts my face? Surely 40 years should have made something about this easier.
As I lay here in my bed, curled up under the duvet, wearing heavy socks and clutching my heating pad, I can hear the wind outside whipped up in a frenzy and I am dreading the oncoming storm. But maybe if I close my eyes really tight I can convince my mind it’s not the wind but the crashing waves of endless blue ocean. Maybe my dreams will take me far away to the white sand beach at Cayo Blanco where I will float drinking pina colada out of pineapple. Maybe my heart will always be in Cuba.