Most people have fantasize about selling everything and running away. I’ve always thought of this as more or less a romantic whim, one that helps me feel better when reality isn’t going my way. Countless times Brent and I have looked at each other and said lets just sell everything and run away. The more we move towards our Haida Gwaii future the more I realize we’re actually doing that, and selling everything is not nearly as romantic as I had envisioned.
Preparing to part with the toys that have held the memories of our growing family for the last decade is turning out to be harder than I thought it was going to be.
The rest of the day spent in a whirlwind of chaos trying to play catch up. This I find stresses me out. It will be hard at first but is very worthwhile. I wish you luck. The trick is to smile and enjoy your morning in peace.
Put on some awesome underwear. What ever floats your boat, just something that makes you smile to yourself when you think about how amazing they are. Then you get to smile all day knowing your underwear is amazing and only you know about it.
Spend time with positive people. It’s hard to be happy when everyone around you is grumpy. Sometimes you just need a happy people break to refresh.
Live Life to the Fullest
Not often does one get the chance to sip tea and watch the sun set while climbing to 25,000 feet above sea level. What an experience to watch the ground gradually shrink as you climb farther away. The tiny cars on the tiny roads, go about the business of the day, stopping at tiny houses or tiny buildings, doing tiny people things. The tiny roads lead to tiny towns, which eventually give way the great mountains of beautiful British Columbia.
The good news is that I have decided to quit before the point of being forced to quit. The bad news though is that my family is so incredibly scattered about the province that there will always be traveling involved if I wish to see them.
We'll start with my grandparents who have also chosen to live their life on a faraway island. Preparing for an island adventure of my own I completely understand what drew them to the life style. Admittedly I haven't spent much time on Vancouver Island going to visit them as it's been difficult to travel that far. Knowing I can take a ferry from my island to their island however brings me a sense of peace. In a funny way I almost feel closer to them. They are after all, only a boat ride away.
The closest family member we'll have to Haida Gwaii is my uncle whom I'm very happy to be developing a closer relationship with. I find a tremendous amount of comfort in knowing he is also only a boat ride away as well.
The more I drive the crazier I feel. Almost as though permanent jet lag has seeped into me causing more confusion than normal or possibly this is this means I’m burning out. Regardless the days of being home and staying home can't get here fast enough, even though I worry about my family being so far away.
What if they need me? What will I do when I miss them and I can't just jump in a car and go see them?
The only thing holding me back from spending time with family is the obvious lacking of free time. With the move at hand and still feeling the need to make a living time is precious. What we do with every minute matters. Managing my minutes and learning to make the most of tiny spaces of time has helped me become more organized. This in turn helps me find larger blocks of time that can be spent soaking up my friends and family before, I become seemingly inaccessible to them.
Why waste the last of my time in the interior. This would be throwing away great memories shared with my parents/in laws, kids, and grand child.
Not everyone is blessed with family, cherish them, hug them, call them, write them letters! Life is to short to take family for granted.
Live Life to the Fullest
Instead of assessing me and my body as an individual she pulled out a little wheel and asked me how tall I was. In fact ‘obese’ was the word she used with almost a puzzled look but stuck to her guns. If the wheel said I was obese I must be. The muscle I pack around, earned from a decade of massaging horses,wasn't worth anything to her nor was it worth anything to the dietitian she sent me to. If muscle burns more calories than fat, and weighs more than fat, then I felt this should have been a part of the assessment done by our fabulous health care system.
Pissed off and feeling little confused I set about dealing with my fat my own way, ignoring it and making excuses. This has worked for me for years because muscle does indeed burn more calories than fat and up until recently I've been using my muscle like crazy.
Hi, I'm Cyndi Bird